| I been sippin' this cold cold liquor
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| Celebratin' every minute passed
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| If I stop and worry 'bout tomorrow then this moment’s past
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| And I been spinnin' a lot more records
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| Instead of spinnin' my worried mind
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| I been stoppin' at the lemonade stand, takin' my sweet time
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| So when I die
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| Don’t lay me down in a bed of dirt
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| Shoot me off in a bottle rocket in the sky
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| So that when I’m gone
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| There won’t be no second guessin'
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| 'Bout the damn good life I lived when I die
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| Now I’m not worried about the streets of gold
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| When rain’s coolin' off a blacktop road
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| And I can dance with an angel down on Redbud Street
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| And time might be endless like the stars at Heaven’s door, mm
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| But down here, this watch is tickin'
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| So let’s fly a little more
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| So when I die
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| Don’t lay me down in a bed of dirt
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| Shoot me off in a bottle rocket in the sky
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| So that when I’m gone
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| There won’t be no second guessin'
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| 'Bout the damn good life I lived when I die
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| Let’s go
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| So when I die
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| Don’t lay me down in a bed of dirt
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| Shoot me off in a bottle rocket in the sky
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| So that when I’m gone
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| There won’t be no second guessin'
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| 'Bout the damn good life I lived when I die
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| They’ll say oh, what a damn good life I lived when I die
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| Oh, when I die |