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Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time,hooked on that wine,
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bunches of it,
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And it ruined her mind.
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Pay no attention to Alice, they say she's a sot, sane she is not, but she loves
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it,
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And it's all she's got.
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She made that apple pie from a memory,
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Made them biscuits from a recollection that she had.
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She cooked that chicken too long but she don't know that,
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Oh what the hell, it ain't too bad.
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Don't talk about the war, I was a coward,
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Talk about fishing and all the good times raisin' hell.
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Empty that one down, we'll get another one,
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It's getting late, you might as well.
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Though we ram your car into a ditch, man don't sweat it,
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I know Ben down at the shell station and he'll get it out.
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Alice, put your ashes in that ashtray, I swear woman,
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you're gonna burn down the house.
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Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time...
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Pay No Attention To Alice
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| Tom T. Hall |
