Letters on the Marquee

Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name
 And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same
 I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
 I'm headed home, watch me get gone
 Well, I wanna be a bottle on the top shelf covered up in dust
 Naw, they won't be able to afford me, they won't have enough
 Don't wanna be bought, don't wanna be sold
 Don't wanna be talked down to, don't wanna be owned
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 Well, the bartender's lookin' at me sideways, guess I don't have a right
 But I've been tippin' like a canoe, smilin' all damn night
 I guess I'll quit and just walk away
 I don't need this shit, have a good day
 Well, I'm playing for a fool in a barroom, stubborn as my debt
 He's yelling, "Sing another David Allan Coe song," but I ain't sang one yet
 Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
 I'm headed home, watch me get gone
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 Well, they ran out of letters on the marquee, they can't spell my name
 And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache, so if it's all the same
 Well, I'm loadin' up, my line is drawn
 I'm headed home, watch me get gone