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I hear people laughin' on the corner by the squareThe neon flickers on my wall and I know you're out thereI'm in your bed and listenin' for your footsteps down the hallAnd I'll be waitin' for you after the ballAfter the ball is over after the ballIf you cannot stand I've got a place for you to fallThe blinds're drawn and I have turned the clock face to the wallI'll be waitin' for you after the ball[ guitar ]Lovin' you is sweet addiction I need only youJust as long as you come back go do what you want to doGive the night your laughter but I'll have you after allI'll be waitin' for you after the ballAfter the ball is over...After the ball is over...[ Rambler ]Good afternoon Mr CoorsDon't wish me that that headache behind my left eye is bad enough...Sunday[ Fisherman ]Preachers man I don't need to hear no preachers this mornin'Where do those guys come off at anyway[ Rambler ]Well they ain't all bad[ Fisherman ]And they ain't no good[ Rambler ]Some people need preachers or somebody to tell 'em right from wrong you know[ Fisherman ]Not me man[ Rambler ]I don't either I guess but I sure know when I was wrong like last nightHere I am sick sober and sorry again and I promise[ Fisherman ]I ain't sorry man I ain't sorry at allIn fact I think I'm gonna have a little Bud thereA little hair of the dog that bid me last night[ Rambler ]Hey you know I gotta...how anbout cleanin' the windshield off I gotta drive you know[ Fisherman ]Well[ Rambler ]My grandfather was a preacher a country preacher from Carolina[ Fisherman ]Yeah and I bet he made a lot of money too[ Rambler ]He didn't make any money if he got anything it was earnedHe did weddings funerals preached twice a week visited the sick everydayHe was a boyscout master a marriage counselor[ Fisherman ]A fighter and wild horse rider and a windmill operator[ Rambler ]Hey don't get funny hey how can you criticize preachersI bet you don't know one single preacher[ Fisherman ]Come on man you know as well as I do when they talk holy holy all the timeAnd everyone of them's got some trash in their closetThere ain't no man that's all good[ Rambler ]And no man is all bad eitherMy grandpa wasn't all talk like I said you know he served the peopleHe didn't ask for money because he knew them poor people out there didn't have itHe worked in the fields through the week to support himself side by sideWith the people he preached to on SundayI guess they believed him on SundayBecause they knew they could believe in him on Monday
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