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She said Andy you're better than your past,

winked at me and drained her glass,

cross-legged on the barstool, like nobody sits anymore.

She said Andy you're taking me home,

but I knew she planned to sleep alone.

I'd carry her to bed and sweep up the hair from the floor



If I hadd fucked her before she got sick

I'd never hear the end of it

she don't have the spirit for that now



We drink these drinks and laugh out loud,

bitch about the weekend crowd,

and try to ignore the elephant somehow

somehow



She said Andy you crack me up,

Seagrams in a coffee cup,

sharecropper eyes and her hair almost all gone.

When she was drunk she made cancer jokes,

she made up her own doctor's notes,

surrounded by her family, I saw that she was dying alone. 



I'd sing her classic country songs

and she'd get high and sing along.

She don't have much voice to sing with now



We'd burn these joints in effegy,

cry about what we used to be,

and try to ignore the elephant somehow.


Somehow 



I buried her a thousand times,

giving up my place in line,

but I don't give a damn about that now



There's one thing that's real clear to me,

no one dies with dignity.

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.

Somehow.

Somehow.