| Well I started on the whiskey pretty early this morning
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| That’s alright, I was up all night
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| But I passed out before the sun came up
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| I really wanted to see one of those
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| I know that’s no way for a man to behave
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| With a mortgage due and a baby on the way
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| But somehow I made it to where I’m at
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| It’s been a living as a matter of fact
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| I get a bad attitude from being tired and running ‘round
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| I never ask for anyone to say they like my sound
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| I’ve never been a part of any musical scene
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| I ain’t just talking Nashville, if you know what I mean
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| They don’t write about me in their magazines
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| And I don’t ask for no reviews on the songs that I sing
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| I never had a lot of friends and I’m alright by that
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| But people keep on coming back
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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| They don’t care about no trends
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| They don’t care about songs that sell
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| Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone
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| So tonight everybody just sing along
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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| I’ve been standing on the outside for all of my life
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| But I like the view, I’m not gonna lie
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| Yeah, the yuppies and the hipsters and the wannabe scenes
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| That ain’t down home to me
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| I like two dollar beers, I like three dollar wells
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| At some old honky tonk bar that I know by the smell
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| Some old drunk on a bar stool on a Merle Haggard tune
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| That’s my kind of room
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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| They don’t care about no trends
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| They don’t care about songs that sell
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| Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone
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| So tonight everybody just sing along
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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| They don’t care about no trends
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| They don’t care about songs that sell
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| Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone
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| So tonight everybody just sing along
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| Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys |