Those city lights drew you like a magnet
You were attracted to his high-falootin
I begged you not to go, but you still packed up
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Oh, look who
My old truck could not compare to his Mercedes
Did it humble you when you rode back on that Greyhound
You picked a plastic rose and left a field of daisies
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Oh, look who
Chorus:
What brings you back to this part of the country
Well let me guess, ol
Did he throw you away like his money
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Oh, look who
Repeat Chorus
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