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I saw you last December
And all the leaves
were on the ground
And I saw you
on the Fourth of July
Atop a float riding high
You hung me out to dry
You sold me all the same old lies
All these years I never knew
I never knew why
Well, you roll like a John Deere tractor
Working the fields like they're your own
And then you're like an old broken down cotton gin
whose better years are far behind
You hung me out to dry
You sold me all the same old lies
All these years I never knew
I never knew why
why do you always work these fields so hard
Like they're your own
Tell me why do you always say these things
Oh to me that hurt me so
Oh, oh
Well, You hung me out to dry
You sold me all the same old lies
All these years I never knew
Oh all this beer that went through
Well, You hung me out to dry
You sold me all the same old lies
All these years I never knew
Oh all these tears that we went through
Oh all these years I never knew
I never knew why