| In the cold early mornin', in the hills of Kentucky
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| I awoke to the sound of the rain
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| And the girl from last evenin', laid silently sleepin'
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| No I could not remember her name
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| Oh the sweat poured around me, my head was so cloudy (?)
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| And the faucet that she left on high
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| With a chip on my shoulder, I’m another day older
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| And I swear I could break down and cry
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| I never once made a dollar, which I didn’t gamble
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| Or scramble to burn at both ends
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| I’ve raged all night long, in the hour before dawn
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| On spirits, spittrs, and (?)
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| Whats left of my day might be crimson or grey
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| But nver again black and white
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| With a chip on my shoulder, I’m another day older
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| And I swear I could break down and cry
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| I’m a fool with my money, and I’m a fool with my drinkin'
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| I’m sinkin' to the bottom of the well
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| Addin' fuel to the fire, like my wildest desire
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| Is to spend the next lifetime in Hell
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| I could cruise down to Hades, in a snow-white Mercedes
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| With a devilish look in my eye
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| With a chip on my shoulder, I’m another day older
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| And I swear I could break down and cry
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| And the weeks like this, I drink like a fish
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| And occasionally eat like a bird
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| And I’m not well done (?), just a shootin' my second
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| And I’m already shootin' the third
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| There’s a worm in the bottle, and I’m racin' full throttle
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| He’ll only go down when it’s dry
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| With a chip on my shoulder, I’m another day older
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| And I swear I could break down and cry
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| I’ll keep on this way, till my dyin' day
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| It’s a blessing I’ve tried to disguise
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| With a chip on my shoulder, I’m another day older
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| And I swear I could break down and cry |