| My southern comfort is Virginia wine
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| My mother’s bible never fixed me inside
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| Can’t see the devil with all of my pride
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| Take my head and my heart and he’d go for a ride
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| I saw the writing turn to dust
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| So come on, why don’t you just
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| Pour me another drink
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| Pour me another drink
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| I just won’t have to think no more
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| If you pour me another drink
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| Kentucky bourbon, MS shine
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| New Orleans hurricanes, mud in my eyes
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| Can’t see the angles, right by my side
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| I think my head and my heart
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| Are about to collide
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| I saw the writing turn to dust
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| So come on, why don’t you just
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| Pour me another drink
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| Pour me another drink
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| I just won’t have to think no more
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| If you pour me another drink
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| You know I got time for just one more
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| Before I knock on that devil’s door
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| So pour me another drink
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| Pour me another drink
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| I just won’t have to think no more
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| If you pour me another drink
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| My southern comfort, Virginia wine
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| My mother’s bible never fixed me inside
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| Can’t see the devil with all of his brides
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| Took my head and my heart and he went for a ride
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| So pour me another drink
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| Pour me another drink
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| I just don’t wanna think no more
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| If you pour me another drink
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| Pour me! |
| Another drink
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| Pour me! |
| Another drink
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| Pour me! |
| Another drink
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| Pour me! |
| Just one more drink |