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I rode up into town with a half empty bottle |
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I threw it on the ground, that damn warm whiskey |
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I mounted off my mare with a half empty shotgun |
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But I don't seem to care, I'm gettin' more tonight |
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I walk through the swingin' doors with my head down |
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They all saw me keepin' eyes with the floor |
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I walked up to the bar with a dead cold feeling |
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I'd made it this far, I was gettin' more tonight |
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CHORUS |
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Still holding my half empty shotgun |
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Still hoping for a time to use it right |
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Keep on looking for the right kind of victim |
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How this whiskey is the death of the night |
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I grabbed the man by his own blue collar |
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Said "In my hand, there should be a drink" |
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I knocked away the glass and only took the bottle |
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And rode away again, I'm gettin' more tonight |
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CHORUS |
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I'd just got out of town, surrounded by a clear night |
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I thought I could try and catch up with the sun |
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All I found was my feet falling all the way |
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To the ground by myself there I lay |
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I didn't move but the world wouldn't stop turning |
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The sky seemed blue, but it was only my emotions |
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I tried so hard to be so cool |
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With a half empty bottle, or is it half full |
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I rode back to town with a hand full of leather |
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I jumped to the ground when I reached the world |
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Took out my half empty shotgun and pulled the |
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Trigger that made my life unwind |
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I guess I got mine tonight |