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Woke up this mornin', |
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Tastin' Jim Beam. |
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Holdin' the answer, |
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To some ol' boys dream. |
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I gotta bad reputation, |
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Guess I made life wild. |
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Like my whiskey on ice, |
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And my women on fire. |
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From Memphis to Mobile, |
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I've played all the die. |
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Lord knows I'm lucky, |
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Just to still be alive. |
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I'm an all around rebel, |
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And I won't be denied. |
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Like my whiskey on ice, |
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And my women on fire. |
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I like my whiskey on ice, |
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My women on fire. |
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Like a good soundin' guitar, |
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And won't be called a liar, |
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I spent many long night, |
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With a burnin' desire. |
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Pour my whiskey on ice, |
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And my women on fire. |
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Some folks talk about me, |
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Guess they always will. |
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They think it's been an easy ride, |
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And all been down hill. |
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What they don't think about, |
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What they don't realize. |
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Is the shoes that I'm fillin', |
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Are a mighty big size. |
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One night in Nashville, |
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Tried to take my life. |
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'Cause my friends had all left me, |
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And so had my wife. |
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But a fast flight to Floida, |
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Made me realize, |
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I had some whiskey on ice, |
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And some Florida women on fire, |
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I like my whiskey on ice, |
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My women on fire. |
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Like a good soundin' guitar, |
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And won't be called a liar. |
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I spent many long nights, |
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With a burnin' desire. |
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Pour my whiskey on ice, |
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And my women on fire. |
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I like my whiskey on ice, |
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Women on fire, |
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Like a good feelin' guitar, |
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And won't be called a liar, |
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I may grow old, |
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But I'll never grow tired, |
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Of my whiskey on ice, |
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And my women, |
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Women on fire |
