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Got a five in my pocket |
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Wanna buy me some gin |
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A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm |
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Cause I'd rather be drunk and drive away from here |
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Than to be sober, so sober yea |
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No friends comin thru |
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I think I've lost them all |
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No man to take there place |
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So I decided to make this call, whoa ho |
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That I'd rather be drunk on a cloud away from here |
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I don't wanna be sober, no not sober yea |
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Broke and alone nowhere to go |
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And loneliness is hurting me so |
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Broke and alone, nowhere to go |
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And loneliness and hurting so |
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One stog left to light |
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I think I'll smoke just a half |
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By the time I finish this drink |
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I'll roll the last of the grass, yea hey |
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Cause I'd rather feel pumped |
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Than to drown in my tears |
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That'll help me peel over, sleep the night over yea hey |
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Yeah, yeah, yea yea |
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Oh I could've swore oh |
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Sober, sober, sober |
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And lonliness is killing me slow |
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Broke and alone, whoo boy, what ever |
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Did I drink too much |
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Cause the road is all lop-sided |
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I only drove a small way |
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I thought I swore not to take this ride, yea hey |
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Now my air's being pumped |
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And I'm drenched in my tears Oh |
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I don't wanna peel over |
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Just wanna be sober yea, oooh |
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Why I had to go |
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Killing me slow, slow |
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I wish I could have listened to my conscience |
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And not drunk a drip |
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I wouldn't be here in so many pieces |
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I shouldn't have drank a sip |
