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A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights |
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Another night, another bar...green neon lights |
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Smoke acts as a camouflage for every lizard with a line |
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Forget about the pretty girl...a Saranac* will do just fine |
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A pint of beer and a shot of Jack...a pack of Camel Lights |
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Some days don't see the day and some don't see the night |
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Damn barstool wobbles, ain't no footrest at the bar |
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When I pass through my water glass I can, I can see who you are |
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Chorus (Repeated 2x): |
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One more bottle |
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One more bottle |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights |
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Sweaty little men worship those Southern girls in tights |
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And we keep on playin' the songs that no one wants to hear |
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Sweaty little man just shot a hundred-dollar bill without a care |
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And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to four |
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Try to make a guarantee, try to make points on the door** |
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No one tells us what to do, no one tells us where to go |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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(Chorus Repeated 2x - Vocal Jam) |
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And Charlotte's a long way to go, just to show 'em what you got |
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And I hear it's worth the trip...the room gets burning hot |
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Let me jot down one more thing, just one more thing before I go |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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One more bottle for this happy hour hero |
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One more bottle for this happy hour, this happy hour hero |