(John Durrill/Snuf Carret)
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Memories and drinks don't mix to well
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Jukebox records dont' play those wedding bells
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Looking at the world throught the bottom of a glass
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All I see is a man who's fading fast
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Tonight I'l lneed that woman again
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What I'd give for my baby to just walk in
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To sit down beside me and say it's alright
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And take me home and make sweet love to me tonight
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
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I look like I'm having a good time
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
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Really makes you feel like hell
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I light a lonely woman's cigarette
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And we start talkin' about what we want to forget
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It seems her life story and mine are the same
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Both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
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I look like I'm having a good time
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
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Really makes you feel like hell
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
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I look like I'm having a good time
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
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Really makes you feel like hell
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Misery and Gin
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Billy Dean |