My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,
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I told myself I wouldn't drink no more,
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A bad hangover's something I can't stand,
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But here I am with a jug in my hand.
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Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
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Worries on my mind,
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Goin' down to the cellar,
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Get some of that mellow wine.
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I seem to ruin everything I touch,
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People say it's cause I drink too much,
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I tried to kick it but it ain't no use,
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Guess I'm a slave to that mellow juice.
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Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
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Worries on my mind,
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Goin' down to the cellar,
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Get some of that mellow wine, yea.
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[Dave - Solo]
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My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,
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I told myself I wouldn't drink no more,
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A bad hangover's something I can't stand,
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But here I am with a jug in my hand.
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Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
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Worries on my mind,
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Goin' down to the cellar,
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Get some of that mellow wine.
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Oh take it way
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[Rod - Solo]
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Trouble Trouble
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| The Foghat |
