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Stanley Black eyed Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
All with matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine Grove Lounge where all you can drink booze
A bloody bucket of old Broadway men
Who had been clean shaven when they started at ten
Well, Stanley got going with mama by his side
And daddy on bass singing Charlie Pride
Kalijah Folsom, stand by your man
Just a few you might hear from the band
Nobody gets it like Tom T. Hall
Sidе spun laughs off a disco ball
They could kinda play but they could rеally drink
Somebody finally see exactly what they think
And sawdust pints all in last night's beer
And a borrowed towel in the rearview mirror
There's a fire in every dancing fool
I watched it all as a baby from a black bar stool
Stanley's wife Carol didn't care to hang around
She liked her drink, just didn't take it in town
They'd knock down, drag out every weekend
By Sunday, somebody's face was on the mend
And passed out cold on the concrete porch
Love sure is a bitch when your liver is scorched
South of Nutty County had a whole nother bar
Where the band would play since it wasn't very far
There were more strange women, even more smoke
And filled by a legendary live oak
Carol came in high on Hennessy
She left and wrapped her car round that live oak tree
I remember in the morning mama dropping the phone
I remember hushed words, hearing daddy groan
They had a pretty daughter, shy little Sherry
We went and picked her up from the school library
She was sixteen and sang so sweetly
And on a really good night she'd babysit me
After all that it gets kinda cloudy
But two years later she was Miss Sumter County
A small town tramp, she could tragic ghost
She fed her hair and sang the ropes
The whole cow palace knew just how she felt
And Stanley Black got teary, wore a white leather belt
And country music and hillbilly pain
It makes stories that'll hurt ya and hold you like a chain
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