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Chorus:
Sittinâ in a bar in Ft. McMurray
Buck, and Merle, and me
The music on the jukebox
Brings us to Bakersfield
For every round thereâs another town
And a barroom crowd somewhere
Weâre all wishinâ we were long gone
And theyâre wishinâ they were here
Merle is lookinâ mighty Haggard
He canât hardly sleep
The bottle turned him down
And the big city set him free
He got hung up on a woman
Now heâs in a world of pain
Today his favorite memory
Is loving her again
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Buck is low âcause he is owinâ
On all kinds of debt
Heâs got a pile of bills so high
He ainât seen the bottem yet
Close up the honky-tonks
When his money comes in the mail
If he starts actinâ naturally
Youâll have a tiger by the tail
Instrumental
If a sad song could sing you home
Merle would already have cried
And Buck wouldnât be down on the corner
Waitinâ in the welfare line
But I would still be right here
I ainât nothinâ like them
I just like a drinkinâ song
It donât matter where I am
Chorus