| V1. |
| I must have had a million damned unlucky days
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| But there ain’t no cloud that a bottle can’t chase away
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| I’ve had my deal of livin', run from place to place
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| But when the roof comes in I don’t wanna take it straight
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| Ch. |
| Patience, they say, is a saintly virtue
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| So hell, why should I wait
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| Until the clouds go rain on some other sucker’s parade?
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| V2. |
| I’ve had my share of heartaches, let downs and tricks
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| But the everyday blues is the one thing that I can fix
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| I’ve heard those holy brethren muttering my name
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| But it ain’t no sin to drink when you’re suffering
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| Ch. |
| They say with faith anyone can make it
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| So hell, why should I wait
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| Until the clouds go rain on some other sucker’s parade?
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| M8. |
| When every heavy sky just empties on your fate
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| Sometimes keepin' dry’s something to celebrate
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| (Instrumental)
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| Ch. |
| So if the road of sin is the one I’m takin',
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| I ain’t gonna stray
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| Until the clouds go rain on some other sucker’s parade
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| Until the clouds go rain on some other sucker’s parade |