| I’ve served my time losing track of the wine
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| Looking through red eyes at the blues
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| Holdin' on 'til the very last song
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| Tryin' to make up my mind who to choose.
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| Chasing a dream in a whisky world
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| Down the neon avenue
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| And I’ve never gone to bed with an ugly women
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| But I’ve sure woke up with a few.
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| Ain’t it funny how liquor and the flicker of a candle
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| Make you see it from a different view
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| Oh, I’ve never gone to bed with an ugly women
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| But I’ve sure woke up with a few.
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| I’ve met more than one morning lyin' there
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| Groanin', cryin', «Lord what did I do?»
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| Hangin' my head as I slipped from her bed
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| Tryin' hard not to leave any clues.
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| When I start out the evening I’m being selective
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| But I’ll take anything after two
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| No, I’ve never gone to bed with an ugly women
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| But I’ve sure woke up with a few.
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| Ain’t it funny how liquor and the flicker of a candle
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| Make you see it from a different view
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| Oh, I’ve never gone to bed with an ugly women
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| But I’ve sure woke up with a few.
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| No, I’ve never gone to bed with an ugly woman
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| But I sure woke up with a few… |