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Artist: George Strait Album: 50 Number Ones Title: I Hate Everything
He was sitting there beside me Throwin' doubles down when he ordered up his third He looked around, then he looked at me And said I do believe I oughta have one more. I hate this bar and I hate to drink, But on second thought, tonight I think I hate everything.
Then he opened up his billfold and threw a 20 down And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground And I picked it up he said Thank ya bud. I put it in his hand, He said I probably oughta throw This one away, 'cause she's the reason I feel this way, I hate everything.
I hate my job, and I hate my life. If it werent for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife. I know I should move on and try to start again, But I just can't get over her leaving me for him. Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring, And said I hate everything.
He said, That one bedroom apartment where I get my mail, Is really not a home, it's more like a jail, With a swimming pool and a parking lot view. Man, it's just great!
I hate summer, winter, fall, and spring, Red and yellow, purple, blue and green. I hate everything.
I hate my job, and I hate my life. If it werent for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife. I know I should move on and try to start again, But I just can't get over her leaving me for him. Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring, And said I hate everything.
So I pulled out my phone and I called my house I said Babe, I'm coming home we're gonna work this out. I paid for his drinks and I told him Thanks! Thanks for everything...
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