| Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill
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| Well, I made some crack about the hill
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| To Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill
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| See those pictures on the wall?
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| Those two people came in fall
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| And stayed till New Years Eve
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| And they slept there on their sleeves
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| Jack was straight up and tipped us nice
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| Drank his whiskey with no ice
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| Just a barfly throwin' darts
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| With a holocaust in his heart
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| Off the wagon for 20 years
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| That day she crash-landed here
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| She never got back on
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| After she met Jack McDowell
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| They’d move to a corner booth
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| And sit there while I would sweep
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| And move 'em finally towards the door
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| And often as not they’d hit the floor
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| They never said a word
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| But if they did it was too slurred
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| When Dick Clark dropped the ball
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| We found the empty bottle of Seconal
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| And Jack and Vodka Jill
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| Arms entwined and very still
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| This one’s Jack and that one’s Jill
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| This one’s Jack and that one’s Jill |