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I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight |
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On the Corpus |
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Christi Bay |
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I'd get off and drink 'til daylight |
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Sleep the morning away |
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I had a plan to take my wages |
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Leave the rigs behind for good |
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But that life, it is contagious |
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And it gets down in your blood |
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I lived in |
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Corpus with my brother |
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Who's always on the run |
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We're bad for one another |
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But we were good at having fun |
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We got stoned along the seawall |
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We got drunk and rolled a car |
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We knew the girls in every dance hall |
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Had a tab in every bar |
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If I could live my life all over |
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It wouldn't matter anyway |
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I never could stay sober |
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Down on that |
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Corpus Christi |
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BayMy brother had a wife and family |
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You know he gave 'em both a home |
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But his wife thought we were crazy |
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And one day we found her gone |
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We threw her clothes into the car trunk |
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Her photographs, her rosary |
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Went down to the pier and got drunk |
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Threw it all into the sea |
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If I could live my life all over |
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It wouldn't matter anyway' |
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Cause I never could stay sober |
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Down on that |
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Corpus Christi |
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BayNow my brother lives in |
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HoustonMarried for the second time |
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Got a job with the union |
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It's keeping him in line |
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He came to |
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Corpus just this weekend |
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It was good to see him here |
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He said he finally gave up drinking |
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He ordered me a beer |
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If I could live my life all over |
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It wouldn't matter anyway |
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But I never could stay sober |
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Down on that |
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Corpus Christi |
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BayIf I could live my life all over |
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It wouldn't matter anyway |
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I never could stay sober |
