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Molly Hatchet |
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Miscellaneous |
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Whiskey Man |
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Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can, |
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You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand. |
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You have your highs, you have your lows, |
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Nobody knows which way you go. |
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Chorus: |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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It takes whiskey to make you tall, |
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You ain't so very damn tall at all. |
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You start to get straight , then you get weak, |
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Can't you see your on a loosing streak. |
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You have your highs, you have your lows, |
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Nobody knows which way you'll go. |
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Chorus: |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Hey don't you know, |
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I use to be there myself, |
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I tried to kick the habit, baby, with nobody else's help. |
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I have my highs, I have my lows, |
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But nobody knows which way I'll go. |
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Chorus: |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long. |
