| Them stories that you tell me are so hard to swallow
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| You said «Go to hell» but I know you’d just follow
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| The future’s closing in quicker than you think
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| And hanging with you I know why Henry drinks
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| Those obnoxious drunks downstairs are fighting and cussing
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| And twelve years of me and you don’t add up to nothing
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| You say what’s on your mind — tell it to your shrink
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| So he can know like me why Henry drinks
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| Just a few more hours till the sun comes back around
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| To tear each other down and drink another round
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| Lost it on the way now I’m hating what we found
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| Mendacity and grudge-fucks and pieces out of town
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| I drink half a case of beer 'fore I get home from work
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| Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off Mama’s throat
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| Baby, push a little harder cuz you got me on the brink
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| Of spilling more than guts about why Henry drinks
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| Telling you so much about why Henry drinks
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| Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) |