I Can¡¯t Quit Drinkin¡¯ (Johnny Paycheck)
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They can quit makin¡¯ whiskey
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They can stop stompin¡¯ grapes
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If it wasn¡¯t for fools like me
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With hearts that break
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They can close all the breweries
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And they can lock up the bars
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If it wasn¡¯t for women like you
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Who leaves loving scars
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And I can¡¯t quit drinkin¡¯
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Lord knows I¡¯ve tried
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I¡¯m gonna wear this whiskey glass stare
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¡®Til my memories go blind
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W¡¯ll I can¡¯t quit drinkin¡¯
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And it will kill me they say
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And if heaven sweet shores have swingin¡¯ doors
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I¡¯ll find ¡®em someday
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You know I thought it all over
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And I still don¡¯t understand
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With millions of women
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How can one mean so much to a man
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A woman and whiskey
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They¡¯re so much alike
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¡®Cause just when you need ¡®em the most
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You¡¯re left high and dry
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And I can¡¯t quit drinkin¡¯
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Lord knows I¡¯ve tried
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So I¡¯m gonna wear this whiskey glass stare
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¡®Til my memories go blind
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¡¯Cause I can¡¯t quit drinkin¡¯
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And it¡¯ll kill me they say
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And if heaven sweet shores have swingin¡¯ doors
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I¡¯ll find ¡®em someday
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Yes if heaven sweet shores have swingin¡¯ doors
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I¡¯ll find ¡®em someday
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I Can't Quit Drinkin'
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| Johnny Paycheck |
