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Rye Whiskey makes the band sound better, |
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makes your baby cuter, makes itself taste sweeter. Oh, boy! |
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Rye whiskey makes your heart beat louder, |
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makes your voice seem softer, makes the back room hotter, oh, but |
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rye thoughts aren't good thoughts, Boys, |
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have I ever told you about the time I... |
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Rye whiskey wraps your troubles up into a bright blue package, |
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ties a bow around it. Oh, boy! |
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Just throw it on the pile in the corner, |
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see, you're not alone in not being alone tonight, but |
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rye love isn't god love, Boys, |
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have I ever told you about the time I... |
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I used to wake up bright and early, |
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got my work done quickly, held my baby tightly. Oh, boy! |
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Rye whiskey makes the sun set faster, |
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makes the spirit more willing but the body weaker because |
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rye sleep isn't good sleep, Boys, |
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have I ever told you about the time I |
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took it and took her for granted? |
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How I took it and took her for granted? |
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Well let's take some and take them all for granted. |
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Oh, boy! |
