On liquor I spent my last dime
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Sunday morning, 8am
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Just cursing myself again
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Drinking like each one might be my last
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Blurred memories of making toasts
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To the cheapest beer and talk-show hosts
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Funny then, but that's fading fast
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Here's to waking up at night
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Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
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You're still thinking
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That you can't go on like this
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Headed for a break down
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You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live
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Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough
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Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
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On liquor I spent my last dime
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A worried man drinks a healthy drink
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But he drinks nine or ten until he's done
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Then he'll tell you his life story
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But he won't stop until he's told you and everyone
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Well here's to waking up at night
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Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
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You're still thinking
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That you can't go on like this
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Before I break down
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You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live
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Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough
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Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
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On liquor I spent my last dime
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Blurred memories of making toasts
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To the cheapest beer and talk-show hosts
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Funny then, but that's fading fast
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Here's to waking up at night
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Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
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You're still thinking
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That you can't go on like this
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Before I break down
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You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live
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Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough
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Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
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On liquor I spent my last dime
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Before I Break
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| Uncle Tupelo |