If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down
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Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do now
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Think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while
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Till I can get this demon out
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You know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to
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It don't make you do a thing it just lets you
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When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two
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And I'll sure miss you
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Take me piece by piece till there ain't nothing left worth taking away from me
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The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear
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Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough
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Could you read my fortune in the bottem of this coffee cup
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Tell me how to tell when I've had enough
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If morning's a bitch with open arms and night's a girl who's gone to far
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Whiskey is harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet but
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Women without whiskey, Women without whiskey
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Whiskey is hard to beat
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Whiskey is hard to beat
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Women Without Whiskey
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| Drive-By Truckers |
