Well, she danged me
Packed up and hit the road
At least she left me
My stack of vinyl gold
Hell, she took all she could
Except her memory
Roger, Miller Lite, and me
Now this trailer's for sale or rent
With my honey gone and the money gone
I'm chug-a-luggin', gettin' lit
Spinnin' 45's, tippin' 24's, steady as the pendulum swings
It's Roger, Miller Lite, and me
I still see her now
Along with my regrets
And I'd smoke 'em out
But I ain't got no cigarettes
So we're rattlin' these single wide walls
Beneath these tall, tall trees
Roger, Miller Lite and me
Now this trailer's for sale or rent
With my honey gone and the money gone
I'm chug-a-luggin', gettin' lit
Spinnin' 45's, tippin' 24's, steady as the pendulum swings
It's Roger, Miller Lite, and me
Yeah, son
Now this trailer's for sale or rent
With my honey gone and the money gone
I'm chug-a-luggin', gettin' lit
Spinnin' 45's, tippin' 24's, steady as the pendulum swings
It's Roger, Miller Lite, and me
Every now and then, throw a little Waylon in
Little Haggard, Jones, and Whitley
With Roger, Miller Lite, and me
With Roger, Miller Lite, and me
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