On the first night of my drinking I was looking for my keys
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I was half blind and stinking and bloody at the knees
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I had a built in fever and bright red cheeks
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My checks and balances up shit creek
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It was all in fun, I didn't hurt no one
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Until I crawled back for more
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Then there was damage done but I made it home
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And woke up on the floor
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On the second night of my drinking I was looking for my car
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And as luck would have it I found it parked outside my favorite bar
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I had a leather liver and lipstick streaks
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I had a disposition of valleys and peaks
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It was a lot of fun until I shot my gun
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And the neighbors called the law
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They didn't take me in but they let it sink in
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That I was headed for a fall, headed for a fall
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On the third night of my drinking I was yelling at your house
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I had a stick in my hand and was convinced
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Some man was in there hiding out
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I had a foot on your door, you had me down on the floor
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I woke up next morning and my jaw was sore
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Then I was back at the bar and I was wanting some more
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Then I was back at the bar and I was wanting some more
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Then I was back at the bar and I was wanting some more
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Until they tried to cut me off
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On the fourth night of my drinking I had to go it all alone
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As my friends list was shrinking and I was sinking like a stone
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I had a steely eye, I had mouth full of grit, my disposition had gone full tilt
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There was a taste in my mouth, I wasn't liking it
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Guess, it will be through with me before I'm through with it
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Guess, it will be through with me before I'm through with it
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Guess, it will be through with me before I'm through with it
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The Fourth Night Of My Drinking
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Drive-By Truckers |