| On the counter sits an empty bottle of whiskey
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| Sure tried to drown myself last night
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| And a cigarette still burns on the nightstand by my bed
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| I sure tried to smoke you out of my head
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| But I guess I’m the one that played the fool and not the other way around
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| I was home holdin' on, you were out tryin' to paint the town
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| So I keep losin' you in this black and white label
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| Oh the man from Tennessee sure does me fine
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| But when I’m knockin' back number seven it makes me able
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| To have the strength to get you off my mind
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| On the counter sits a picture of me and you
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| But the past sure hits me hard tonight
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| And the whiskey that I’m drinkin'
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| Well it sure don’t taste like you
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| But somehow it makes me feel alright
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| Well there’s no sense holdin' on
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| But baby I sure can’t let go
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| And I’m losin' you one drink at a time
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| So I keep losin' you in this black and white label
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| Oh the man from Tennessee sure does me fine
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| But when I’m knockin' back number seven it makes me able
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| To have the strength to get you off my mind
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| I know there’s no place I can go
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| I know theres nothin' I can do
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| So baby ill just keep on drinkin'
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| To forget about you
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| I keep losin' you in this black and white label
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| Oh the man from Tennessee sure does me fine
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| When I’m knockin' back number seven it makes me able
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| To have the strength to get you off my mind
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| Get you off my mind |