He asked me for a dollar, I said "Go get a job"
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I turned up my collar and started walkin' off
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He said "I don't blame you, I know what you think.
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I'd just spend your money, to buy another drink"
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But you don't know Jack,
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Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks,
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Until you've lost it all.
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And you can't go back
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To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
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With just a telephone call.
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If you think it's just a bottle,
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In an old brown paper sack
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You don't know Jack.
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He showed me a picture, of two little girls
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Wearin' Easter dresses, hair done up in curls
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He said "God bless their mamma,
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She said I couldn't stay.
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And buddy if you're wonderin',
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How could I throw it all away"
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You don't know Jack,
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Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks,
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Until you've lost it all.
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And you can't go back
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To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
|
With just a telephone call.
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If you think it's just a bottle,
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In an old brown paper sack
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You don't know Jack.
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If you never felt the fire,
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Running through your veins,
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If you've never seen the devil,
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Face to face...
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You don't know Jack,
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Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks,
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Until you've lost it all.
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So brother just be glad, and tonight
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Hold your kids, kiss your wife
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And when you talk to God,
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Count up all your blessings
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And thank the good Lord that
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You don't know Jack.
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You don't know Jack.
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You Don't Know Jack
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| Luke Bryan |
