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No man ever sounded so lonesome |
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No man ever made you feel such pain |
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Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle |
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That made you sing that way. |
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The stories you told about prison |
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About a young man gone astray |
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Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle |
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That made you write the songs that way. |
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Chorus: |
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A real mean bottle |
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Poured straight from the devil |
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It's a miracle you're standin' here today |
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A real mean bottle |
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Made you such a rebel |
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It must have been a real mean bottle |
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Made you sing that way. |
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You spent most all your life with strangers |
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With a ramblin' fever in your veins |
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Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle |
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That made you play the blues that way. |
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Chorus: |
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A real mean bottle |
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Poured straight from the devil |
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It's a miracle you're standin' here today |
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A real mean bottle |
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Made you such a rebel |
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It must have been a real mean bottle |
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Made you sing that way. |
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A real mean bottle |
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Poured straight from the devil |
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It must have been a real mean bottle |
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Made you sing that way... |
