Drinkin' all night long to sad country songs, it's driving me insane
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Drownin' my fears in cheap American beer, lookin' for somebody to blame.
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Head for the mountains, go for the gusto. You only go 'round once in life.
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Seems I've spent most of mine on long drunken drives, makin' up excuses for an angry wife.
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Now I'm cruisin' down I-75, throwin' my empties at the wrong way signs.
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I'm so wasted I can't see shit. And it don't get no better than this.
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Now what in the hell am I doing in this cell? Did I get drunk and start a fight?
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One thing's fer certain, the way my head is hurtin', feels like I hit a bus last night
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Then it all came back, like one big crash. Rammin' God's children head-on.
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What can I say, it never happens this way in all those old Red Sovine songs.
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When I was a kid I'd see beer commercials on TV.
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Girls, good times, havin' fun.
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Now I'm outside a PIK-PAK, tryin' to grab a 12-pack
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couldn't wait til I was 21.
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Now I'm only as bold as I'm told by a drunken society.
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Now there's more blood on my can of Bud than there ever was in me.
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Don't Get No
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| Nine Pound Hammer |
