| I did a one night stand in Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar
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| And as I stumble off the stage an old man grabbed my guitar
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| He said son I’m glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound
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| But you may never get your chance if you don’t slow down
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| I said I’m hopped up on the cocaine
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| Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
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| Need a handful of pills just to get back down
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| Half a bottle of George Dickel
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| And a fully loaded pistol
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| Scares off all the demons
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| Every time they come around
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| I’ve lost track of all the women
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| Can’t get back what I’ve been spending
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| That’s just the cost of living
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| More than one year at a time
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| Well he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette
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| It was like I’ve always known him even though we’ve never met
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| There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand
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| But then his words cut through the smoke, he said I understand
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| I said I’m hopped up on the cocaine
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| Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
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| Need a handful of pills just to get back down
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| Half a bottle of George Dickel
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| And a fully loaded pistol
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| Scares off all the demons
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| Every time they come around
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| I’ve lost track of all the women
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| Can’t get back what I’ve been spending
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| That’s just the cost of living
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| More than one year at a time
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| Well I got an ice cold inner feeling
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| When I recognized that man
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| He said Hoss Lord this outlaw bid
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| Can sure get out of hand
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| When you’re hopped up on the cocaine
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| Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
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| Need a handful of pills just to get back down
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| Half a bottle of George Dickel
|
| And a fully loaded pistol
|
| Scares off all the demons
|
| Every time they come around
|
| I’ve lost track of all the women
|
| Can’t get back what I’ve been spending
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| That’s just the cost of living
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| More than one year at a time
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| More than one year at a time |