The bottle of whiskey
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Pour it down his throat
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Been drowned in white lightening
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Gonna let it soak.
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My eyes start to bleeding
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From the southern smoke
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And ain't nobody leaving
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Cause the Shards will split your throat
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And ain't nobody fooling around!
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Chorus:
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Them boys are wild
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Back in the woods
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They got a child who's misunderstood.
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When boys start to drinking
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You know it ain't good.
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Ain't gonna live for tomorrow
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You know you never should!
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His ghost lives in the trailer
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It was his foster home.
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Pall Malls and inhaler
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This girl's nagging on the phone.
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And the pain his body's feeling
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Will leave you accident prone
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Cause the car he was stealing
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Drove to the unknown.
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And ain't nobody fooling around!
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Chorus: (x2)
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Them boys are wild
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Back in the woods
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They got a child who's misunderstood.
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When boys start to drinking
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You know it ain't good.
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Ain't gonna live for tomorrow
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You know you never should!
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Boys In The Wood
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| Black Lips |
