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The Shape I'm In
by Joe Nichols



I’ve got a number on a napkin, a poundin in my head
Takes everything I’ve got to crawl out of bed
I lost a hell of a woman, freedom caught me on the chin
But I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.

The sun came up again this morning.
I got a call from a long lost friend.
Planned us a little road trip down to New Orleans.
It ain’t much but it beats where I’ve been.

Yea I’m doin alright,
I’m doin alright,
I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.

Well I’m gettin better at barely gettin by
When I look at her picture I don’t break down and cry.
And all this time on my hands it’s gettin easier to spend
Cause I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.

The sun came up again this morning,
I took my old fastback for a spin.
Now when it rains it ain’t always pouring
and I’m learning how to live again

Yea I’m doin alright,
I’m doin alright,
I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.

Yea I’m doin alright,
yes I’m doin alright,
yea I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.

Yes I’m doin alright,
yea I’m doin alright,
yea I’m doin alright for the shape I’m in.
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