| Lord knows that I’m not perfect, I never claimed to be
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| Smoking on the whiskey and drinking on the weed
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| I know the life I’m living will lead you to your grave
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| But it’s the only life I know and that’s a chance I’ll have to take
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| Here in this bar I got friends in low places
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| This barmaid will give me her best smile
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| These neon lights blind my eyes, makes it hard to tell
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| If I’m headed for the big time, or headed straight to hell
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| Whispers of the way things were in a time I can’t recall
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| Losing things I can’t get back preparing for a fall
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| I medicate my sorrow, drink away the pain
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| Living life out on the edge can drive a man insane
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| But here in this bar I got friends in low places
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| This barmaid will give me her best smile
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| These neon lights blind my eyes, makes it hard to tell
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| If I’m headed for the big time, or headed straight to hell
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| Here in this bar I got friends in low places
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| This barmaid will give me her best smile
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| These neon lights blind my eyes, makes it hard to tell
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| If I’m headed for the big time, or headed straight to hell
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| These neon lights blind my eyes, makes it hard to tell
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| If I’m headed for the big time, or headed straight to hell |