| I’ve been drinkin since my childhood
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| Like my whiskey good and strong
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| Got to have my fire water
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| No need to think I’m wrong
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| I’m a rum cola papa
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| Maybe you will disagree
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| There aint no other kind of drink
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| Yeah that will get me out of my misery
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| Some say rocking rye will get it Other crave a stark highball
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| Bring me rum cola momma
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| And I think I’ll tell it all
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| For I’m a rum cola papa
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| Maybe you will disagree
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| There ain’t no other kind of drink
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| Yes that’ll get me out of my misery
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| I met a friend of mine this morning
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| He was sober for a change
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| Thought it was my place to warn him
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| He was acting kinda strange
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| For I’m a rum cola papa
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| Maybe you will disagree
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| There ain’t no other kind of drink
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| Yes that’ll get me out of my misery
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| There be all kind of people
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| That grows on my family tree
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| Dad likes bourbon in his coffee
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| Mom drinks beer instead of tea
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| Cuz I’m a rum cola papa
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| Maybe you will disagree
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| There aint no other kind of drink
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| Yes that’ll get me out of my misery |