Pissing in a truck stop in mobile, alabama
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Tape of molly hatchett in the back of my pants
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I'm almost out of money so I call my little honey
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Saying wire me two-hundy, i'm hittin' the boats
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My AMC Gremlin circa '74
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Rusted out door, my dog on the floor
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Feelin' kind of lucky with the (?) blues
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Had a week of the flu and now it's time for the house to lose
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Round here they don't use them cellular phones
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'cause everybody's livin' like it's 1971
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A night on the town is your only salvation
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Heaven is a diner full of burgers, fries and cokes
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Stomach's full of shit and now it's time for a beer
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Hotwire the car so we can get down to them boats
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The louisiana purchase was a hell of a deal
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So gimme that pair of kings and the queen of hearts
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(chorus)
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Just a stranger livin' dyin' day to day
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My soul keeps searchin on the road
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I left my home in hope for piece of mine
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And soon we'll find the way
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To where I lost my soul
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It's on the road to never ending (it's never ending, my wallets empty)
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Rum is a stupid liquid to drink,
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At 3 in the morning you don't know who you are
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Honkytonks and bars, smokin' steel gituars
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Got a ragin' headache at ten in the morning
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So throw some cold water on the top of your skull
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You can't remember where those two hundred bills have gone
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That hand of poker all just does me all wrong
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I'll tell my kids got no food to bring home
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(Chorus)
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Bad Poker
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Umphrey's McGee |