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Well, I've been in some bars |
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Where they serve it in big silver goblets and pewter and brass |
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And I've been in some joints |
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Where they serve it in paper cups and maybe an old water glass |
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But it's always the same in the old drinking game |
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When you drink and you try to forget |
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One woman who loved you and another who didn't |
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And I ain't seen one winner yet |
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CHORUS: What have you got to lose |
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What have you got to lose |
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Try women and booze and the cigarette blues |
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What have you got to lose |
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Well, I've been in some towns with some high rollin heavies |
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And I know some unknown new stars |
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The big equalizer is a good drink of liquor |
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When they all belly up to the bar |
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Some cry for fame, some cry for money |
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And some people reach for the stars |
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But when a honky tonk heart starts crying for a honky tonk |
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You can't get a word in edgewise |
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Now an old country boy just can't sit on the porch |
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And watch while the world passed by |
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No, he's got to be part of some social endeavour |
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So he gets him a jug and he tries |
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He'll play that old jukebox and chase them old hides |
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About daylight come to in his room |
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When that sun's coming up, he's about halfway to hell |
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And about half way back home around noon. |
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