| Woke up dead, head poundin' like a kick-drum
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| Red-eyed, cotton mouthed, smoke-filled black lung
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| Cigarette burnin' holes in a fold-out couch
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| Must’ve had one hell of a time, no doubt
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| And I’m hazin' out of line
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| Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
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| Ain’t got a drop left in the tank
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| Not a nickel left in the bank
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| Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank
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| I remember feedin' twenties in a honky-tonk jukebox
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| Stepped up and ate shit in a pot-hole parkin' lot
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| I gave a damn good cussin' to a big doorman
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| Might have dotted my eye, but I’d do it again
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| And I’m hazin' out of line
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| Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
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| Ain’t got a drop left in the tank
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| Not a nickel left in the bank
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| Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank
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| And I’m hazin' out of line
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| Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
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| Ain’t got a drop left in the tank
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| Not a nickel left in the bank
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| Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank
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| Yeah we sang like Mickey Gilley
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| Smoked ourselves silly
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| When we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank |