| I don’t smoke but I bought some cigarettes
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| Might as well, I mean what the heck
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| One thing or another’s bound to kill me
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| Neon smoke rings and pool balls click
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| Tattooed Ruby in her red lipstick
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| Pours me up another and one more’s bound to kill me
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| Well I’m just waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Got some money in my shirt
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| And I’ll stay here all night long if I have to
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| Oh, I’m just waitin' on the band to start
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| To play a little tune for a busted up heart
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| A little something to numb this world of hurt
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| Waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Feels like home bellied up here
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| It’s as good a place as any to disappear
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| Even if she wanted, she could not find me
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| Hours turn to days and days into weeks
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| They know my name, they know what I drink
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| When I drink too much, they sure don’t mind me
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| Oh, I’m just waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Got some money in the pocket of my cowboy shirt
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| And I’ll stay here all night long if I have to
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| Oh, I’m just waitin' on the band to start
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| To play a little tune for a busted up heart
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| A little something to numb this world of hurt
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| Waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Oh, I’m just waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Got some money in the pocket of my shirt
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| And I’ll stay here all night long if I have to
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| Well I’m just waitin' on the band to start
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| To play a little tune for a busted up heart
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| A little something to numb this world of hurt
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| Waitin' on the whiskey to work
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| Waitin' on the whiskey to work |