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Do What You Gotta Do
In late July it can get so hot in the state of
That often times you'd rather not be where you gotta be
You can sweat in a room with a ceiling fan, or you can sit a drink a brew
You can put off forever or as long as you can doing what you gotta do.
Julie was a queen in this little town, Sam thought he was a king
He thought their love was the kind you find when you listen to angels sing
He never took her out, they stayed home, Sam was afraid what men might do
Julie still looked fine and she thought it was wrong, doing what she had to do
The only thing wrong in this tableau was the thing that always is
'Cause after awhile Julie got her a beau, then Sam got wind of this
It's hard to believe what a jealous heart can lead a man to do
There's no reprieve when you finally start doing what you gotta do
Sam bought a gun 'cause he was mad as hell
He bought himself a bottle of wine
He drove his car to the cheap motel
Where Julie was having a time
He sat outside and he went insane
Sam thought "I am a fool.
I want her to feel this pain
I better do what I gotta do."
Now, there's no escape from the way things are, that's just a natural fact
If you walk in with hate in your heart don't you plan on walking back
If your love is the kind where angels sing and angels never sing the blues
How can a man destroy the thing that makes him do what he has to do?
Sam just stared at the motel door, he had never felt so alone
Then he just forgot what he had come there for,
He just drove himself back home.
In late July it can get so hot in the state of
That often times you'd rather not be where you gotta be
You can cry in a room with a ceiling fan or you can sit a drink a brew
You can put off forever or as long as you can doing what you gotta do.