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Badger |
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He wakes up and reaches for |
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The whiskey by his side |
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His heart is filled with shame |
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But he can't turn the tide,oh no |
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Still he spreads the word of God |
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It's all he's got to keep from goin' insane |
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No one hears him in pray |
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But should listen well |
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To the story that he tells |
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As he's standing in the rain |
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Listen to the Preacher |
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Listen to what he say, alright |
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Listen to the Preacher |
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You've gotta stay a while |
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You got the time to pray |
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They know that he's a drunkard |
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But he's seen the light of day |
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He's just another man |
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With dues still left to pay |
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It's a bottle every day |
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It's a bottle every day |
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Yes, it's a bottle every day |
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Been around a long, long time |
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And started drinking young |
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He says it doesn't matter now |
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His life is almost done |
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He has spent his life in vain |
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Always trying to ease the pain |
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In the heart of his fellow man |
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Oh and now it's come this |
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Is it me,in a mess? |
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But no one understands |
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Listen to the Preacher |
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Listen to what he say, alright |
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Listen to the Preacher |
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Why don't you stay a while |
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You got time to pray |
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They know that he's a drunkard |
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But he's seen the light of day |
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He's just another man |
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With dues still left to pay |
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It's a bottle every day |
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It's a bottle every day |
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Yes, it's a bottle every day |
