Third Place

I was always pushed aside
when they saw each other
No matter how I felt for her
he’d always be the one to knock me back

I’d take it out on the whiskey river
and call her in a fit of loneliness
I’d say ‘Please come keep me company’
but she’d always decline

Because she was always over at his place

In the firing line
I was always first
In her arms
I always had to wait
She was always number one
He was second
and I was always third place

She’s sugar sweet and always smiling
but he’s sour-faced and just a hick
I don’t know where I fit in here
just a working class stiff from the west

Gave her a necklace for her birthday
I sold my old guitar to make ends meet
But he done one better yeah
went into that pawn shop

And came out with an engagement ring 

In the firing line
I was always first
In her arms
I always had to wait
She was always number one
He was second
and I was always third place

She’s got a heart of Gold
but she accepted his silver
because no one wants to settle with bronze

So I sat out on the porch
cause this marriage will be just like the others
He won’t even make it to the finish line

In the firing line
I was always first
In her arms
I always had to wait
She was always number one
He was second
and I was always third place

The End

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