Ray Price - Bright Lights And Blonde Haired Women Lyrics

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I'm gettin' tired of roamin' around
I'm gettin' tired of paintin' the town
Bright lights and blonde haired women don't thrill me
I'm gettin' tired of being lit up like a Christmas tree

I guess I've done everything there is to do
You said it would be this way
Believe me baby, I'm all through
Please let me come home to you

I'm gettin' tired of roamin' around
Yeah, I'm gettin' tired of paintin' the town
Bright lights and blonde haired women, oh, don't thrill me
I'm gettin' sick and tired of being lit up like a Christmas tree

I guess I've done everything there is to do
You said it would be this way
Believe me baby, I'm all through
Please let me, please let me come home to you
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