All the Good Ones are Gone(Chords)

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She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends 
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And drink some margaritas  Cut up and carry on 
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There'll be guys and there'll be come ons 
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She'll probably be hit on 
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But she thinks all the good one are gone.  
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She's got friends down at the office And she can't help but notice 
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That when the day is over how they all hurry  home 
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Everyday there's guys she works with and even some she flirts with 
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But it seems like all the good ones are gone. 
 
CHORUS: 
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Then her momma called this morning  Said I'm worried about my baby 
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I wish you had a family of your own 
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 She said, 'Mom, it's not that easy. You make it sound so simple. 
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You can't take the first man that comes along 
 
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When she had someone who loved her   Back when she was younger 
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She wonders if she held out a little bit too long 
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Back then there were so many And now there just aren't any 
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Seems like all the good ones are gone 
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Ending: 
 
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She'll turn thirty-four this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends 
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And drink some margaritas  Cut up and carry on
	        

Written by Dean Dillon/Bob McDill