| If I had all the whiskey ever made in Tennessee
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| I’d pour it all down in this hole where my heart used to be
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| And I’d build a big boat out of should haves and wished I’d have dones
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| Set sail to that place in my memory it all started from
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| On these amber waves of grain I go back in time
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| Like a ship in a bottle she’s locked up inside of my mind
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| And I know I can find her right where I left her
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| Right where I did her wrong
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| And as long as she’s with me on this ocean of whiskey
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| I don’t care if I come back at all
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| So pour me another and just leave the bottle right here
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| With each sip that I’m takin I’m tasting the warm salty air
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| There won’t be no troubles bartender if it’s ok
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| I’ll stay right here on this bar stool and be on my way
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| Yeah as long as she’s with me on this ocean of whiskey
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| I don’t care if I come back at all |