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Hey, Bartender |
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pop the top on another can |
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Give me ten dimes |
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for this dollar in my hand |
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Turn the knob on the jukebox way up loud |
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I might drive out the whole damn crowd |
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But I'm drinking my baby off my mind |
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Hey, Joe |
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you're lookin' at me like I was half crazy |
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But ain't you never |
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loved and lost a real special lady |
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She was a sweet lovin' momma she treated me right |
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I stepped out on her one to many times |
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Now I'm drinking my baby off my mind |
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Drinkin' and thinking about facin' tomorrow |
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Sinkin', sinkin' in a sea of sorrow |
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Hey, Bartender |
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Line 'em up down the bar |
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I'm gonna try |
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and wash away all these lovin scars |
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Now don't worry 'bout me weavin' I'll be alright |
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Show me the door when you close up tonight |
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Cause I'm drinking my baby off my mind |
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No don't you worry about me weaving I'll be alright |
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Show me the door when you close up tonight |
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Cause I'm drinking my baby off my mind |
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Yes I'm drinking my baby off my mind |
