Jerks 

Written in April 2002 in Nashville, Tennessee

Do you ever feel like an old restaurant
That’s under new management
And memories and ghosts that haunt it
And where the good times went

On the outskirts of an old familiar town
Same old faces and the same old games
And all the jerks who ever put you down
They’ll always remember your name

Yeah, they’ll always remember your name

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