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Your kind of living has got me to wishing that I had never even heard your nameWhile my name you're wearing with barroom trash a sharingDragging it down down down just as low as you canYour kind of living has got me to giving consideration to leavin' this old townYour kind of living I want to leave behind while I've still got my right mindYour barroom friends can't help what's left of the woman I once lovedBehind my back I'm a leaving all the troubles you're givingCause I'm tired tired tired of your kind of livingYour kind of living From Letras Mania