Well if life's a bowl of cherries
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Why is mine the pits
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Well I feel like crap from the bottom of my boots to my hat to my fingertips
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I wanna get drunk get stoned get high and hang out with my friends
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And all I need is a woman's warmth
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And that's where you come in
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I wanna get high and then get higher
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Every city is just a little bit different in the same way
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I wanna get drunk and then get drunker
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Live every minute to the limit till the end of my days
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Well the bus pulls up the honky tonk
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And there's a line around the honky-block
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Ya know, that's what these crackers love to see
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Ya see I threw out my fishing line and honey I caught you
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When after the show in the back of the bus
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Oh sweetheart I know what you wanna do
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You wanna high and then get higher
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Every city is just a little bit different in the same way
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Wanna get drunk and then get drunker
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Spend every minute to the limit till the end of my days
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Now sit down honey I'm gonna tell you the truth for the first time
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Oh no dinner no movie no flowers no malls no suit no tie no cell phone calls no promises popcorn roller skates diamond rings
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or makin' cakes no brand new fast cars ice cream candy bars checkin' in callin' back no (do you think I'm fat) kiss me once
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kiss me twice damn you feel nice thank you dear do you think I might see you next year?
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Stoned and then get stoneder
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Every woman's just a little bit different in the same way
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I wanna get drunk and then get drunker
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Yeah live every minute to the limit till the end of my days
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Oh yeah spend every minute to the limit till the end of my days
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Higher
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Shooter Jennings |