| Lord, I know a little girl
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| 'Bout sixteen years old
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| She says, «Bill, stop drinkin'
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| I will satisfy your soul
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| But I just keep on-a drinkin'
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| Yeah, I keep on drinkin'
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| Yeah, I just keep on drinkin'
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| Till good liquor carry me down
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| Now, my woman told me About fifteen years ago
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| «Bill, you gonna drink one of these mornings
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| And you’ll never drink no more
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| But I just keep on-a drinkin'
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| Yeah, I keep on drinkin'
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| Yeah, I just keep on drinkin'
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| Till good liquor carry me down
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| Yes, I went to the doctor
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| With my head in my hands
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| The doctor said, «Big Bill, I think
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| I’ll have to give you monkey glands»
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| But I just keep on-a drinkin'
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| Yeah, I keep on drinkin'
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| Yeah, I just keep on drinkin'
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| Till good liquor carry me down
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| Lord, my woman told me to stop drinkin'
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| And come on home
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| Say, «If you don’t big bill, some other man
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| Gonna carry your business home»
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| But I just keep on-a drinkin'
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| Yeah, I keep on drinkin'
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| Yeah, I just keep on drinkin'
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| Till good liquor carry me down |