He drove off in his pickup truck
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To meet his buddies for a few more beers
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I said baby I'll come pick you up
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He never called so I waited here
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Til all my worst fears came true
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And I heard the knock at the door
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Telling me he ain't coming back no more
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Blue lights flashed and I fell to the floor
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And I lost a good man
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To a bad habit
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He didn't love the whiskey
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He just had to have it
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If you could put a price tag
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On everything that haunts me
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Than you'd know
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What that drink cost me
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Use to be I'd pour it out
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Every drop down the kitchen sink
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So many nights I'd scream and shout
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Even tried to hide his keys
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Oh I tried everything
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To keep him from going down that road
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In my heart just let him go
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But you can't stop a hellbent soul
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And I lost a good man
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To a bad habit
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He didn't love the whiskey
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He just had to have it
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If you could put a price tag
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On everything that haunts me
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Then you'd know
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What that drink cost me
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I cried a tear for every drop
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That turned a hero into a coward
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And I'd give anything
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For just one happy hour
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Cause I lost a good man
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To a bad habit
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He didn't love the whiskey
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He just had to have it
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If you could put price tag
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On everything that haunts me
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Then you'd know
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What that drink cost me
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Yes you'd know
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What that drink cost me
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He drove off in his pickup truck
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To meet his buddies for a few more beers
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What That Drink Cost Me
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| Sara Evans |
