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In the easy chair with my boots on |
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Melted whiskey in my hand |
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I couldn't have been asleep |
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For more than three hours |
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Time to go to work again |
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Once more I beat the sunrise |
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And there's a dark breeze at my door |
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Raise the water from the well up to my face |
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How could a man like me be poor? |
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As long as there's water |
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Chilly wet water |
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Gimme some of your, cool |
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Cool, cool water |
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My horse's eyes are glassy |
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He breathed the city in his lungs last night |
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I lead his natural body |
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To the trough to regain his might |
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Red rooster crow them blues here |
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That old blue he round the bull |
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And the mornin' crying rays of sunrise |
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It hasn't rained for three weeks full |
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As long as there's water |
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Chilly well water |
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Come on, gimme, gimme, gimme |
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Gimme that cool, cool water |
