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I cried my tears in a glass of tequila For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name She held my heart like a blackjack dealer And she took my money when I left the game She was overly fond of sophisticated messing around I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round Well I played in the Summer and I froze in the Winter And I hankered for the high school beauty queen She was married to a rich young timber-miller And Christened a boy when she was just nineteen Crazy love, never gonna settle down I've had a bellyful of loving on the same old merry-go-round Like any man I've got to work for a living Just to earn my soul for the weekend show Saturday morning I'll be down by the river Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town I've had a bellyful of working on the same old merry-go-round I'm gonna set fire to the town... I'm gonna set fire to the town I'm looking out as the sun goes down Drinking Bundaburg at the end of the day Letras de cancionesI'm twenty-five and only half alive And the rest is only just a ticket away Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round From Letras Mania