When I became of age my mama sat me down

Said "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you look around"

So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before

That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door

Oh, yeah

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A closet queen, the busstop's dream, she wants to shake my hand

I don't want to be there, she decides she can

It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches

I can't sleep, and we can't keep this cattle on my ranches

Oh, yeah

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It's too strong, something's wrong and I guess I lost the feelin'

I don't mind the games you play, but I don't like your dealin'

God looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothin' left to smoke

Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?