| Another double on the rocks since you’ve been gone
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| It’s how I spend my nights here all alone
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| In a bar room ain’t no place to heal heartache, it’s my home
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| Another double on the rocks since you’ve been gone
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| Easy women and hard whiskey bide my time
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| I drink myself away from you and out of my mind
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| As that old lonesome song plays on the jukebox empty glass
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| If she’s runnin' round acting single, I need a double fast
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| So bartender pour me a drink before I start to think
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| That there’s a chance that she might be coming home
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| I said fill er up to the top
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| Lord, don’t spare me a drop
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| Another double on the rock since you’ve been gone
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| Every night what goes around comes around
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| I bide myself picking myself up off the ground
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| I might find myself in the arms of a honky tonk angel before the morning light
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| Another double on the rocks to ease my mind
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| So bartender pour me a drink before I start to think
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| That there’s a chance that she might be coming home
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| I said fill er up to the top
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| Lord, don’t spare me a drop
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| Another double on the rock since you’ve been gone
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| Another double on the rock since you’ve been gone |