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(John Durrill/Snuf Carret) |
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Memories and drinks don't mix to well |
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Jukebox records dont' play those wedding bells |
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Looking at the world throught the bottom of a glass |
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All I see is a man who's fading fast. |
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Tonight I'l lneed that woman again |
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What I'd give for my baby to just walk in |
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To sit down beside me and say it's alright |
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And take me home and make sweet love to me tonight. |
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin |
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself |
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I look like I'm having a good time |
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven |
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Really makes you feel like hell. |
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I light a lonely woman's cigarette |
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And we start talkin' about what we want to forget |
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It seems her life story and mine are the same |
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Both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame. |
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin |
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself |
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I look like I'm having a good time |
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven |
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Really makes you feel like hell. |
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But here I am again mixing misery and gin |
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Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself |
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I look like I'm having a good time |
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But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven |
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Really makes you feel like hell... |
