| Hey bartender pour me another one
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| 'cause I don’t think that I’ve had enough
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| Make it a bourbon make it a double one
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| You can see that I’m still standing up
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| Whiskey and women well they fool me every time
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| Into thinking I’m the hero I have pictured
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| In my mind
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| So tell me a secret to get me through the night
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| Or let’s turn up the jukebox and tell me a lie
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| Where am I this evening? |
| no I don’t mean what bar
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| I mean what city? |
| and in what state am I?
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| Honey, are you leaving? |
| and do you have a car?
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| And could you take me along for the ride?
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| A woman like you well, you could enter in my life
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| And let me be the lover I have pictured in my mind
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| So tell me a secret to get me through the night
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| Or let’s turn up the jukebox and tell me a lie
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| Here’s a quarter why don’t I play us a song
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| B 33 I believe it’s George Jones
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| I believe it’s a slow one in ¾ time
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| So let’s turn up the jukebox and tell me a lie
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| Hey bartender did she say where she was going?
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| Well I must have dozed off for awhile
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| Are these my cigarettes? |
| and how much do I owe?
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| I guess I’ll see you again tomorrow night
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| Do you think she’d mind it if I called her
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| Up sometime?
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| I might be the reason she’s been searching
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| Her whole life
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| So tell me a secret to get me through the night
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| Or let’s turn up the jukebox and tell me a lie |