| White lines here on this highway, roll on forever
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| It’s tearing my heart, it won’t ever fall
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| I guess that is why I’m a country music singer
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| High on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| I could’ve been with a beautiful Christian woman
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| She loved me so but I had to walk away
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| 'Cause I can’t be good out on the road
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| The women that I meet, they all seem to know
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| I’m high on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| So show me the way to the stage in this bar
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| people that have broken hearts
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| And I’ll play a sad song 'bout the hurting and the cheating
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| High on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| This honky tonk life that I lead, it suits me just fine
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| And this shot of Jim Beam goes real good with this joint in my hand
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| I’ve never been one to follow the rules, nuh
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| Just high on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| So show me the way to the stage in this bar
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| people that have broken hearts
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| And I’ll play a sad song 'bout the hurting and the leaving
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| High on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| I’ll play a sad song 'bout the hurting and the cheating
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| High on the bottle, addicted to the pain
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| I stay high on the bottle, addicted to the pain |