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# Debut Chart
1 Nov '72 Country
93 Jan '73 Hot 100

Lyrics

I'm out late every night Doing things that ain't right And she'll cry for me. When I'm down in the dumps And she nurses my lumps How she cries for me. And she'll never complain She keeps hiding the pain But I know all the while She's not feeling too well For I put her through hell Still she forces a smile. [CHORUS] She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize right before my eyes Here is a saint. There's a dress in the shop that'll make her eyes pop But she'll look away. She'd of gotten a lift if I'd bought her that gift for her birthday But her birthday has come and I feel like a bum Cause I spent my last dime On a worthless old friend, on a drunken weekend, I've done it time and time again.


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She's got to be a saint, Lord know that I ain't. I finally realize right before my eyes Here is a saint. Should I stay? Should I go? I really don't know; my mind's in a blur. Soon it's gonna be dawn and if she finds me gone Would it be best for her? I see her cry in her sleep so I kissed her wet cheeks, I knew by her embrace. And I'll turn off the light, step out from the night, And I'll go on my way. She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't. I finally realize right before my eyes Here is a saint.

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