| I got a reputation going round,
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| Ain’t never been the kind to back down
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| I’ve thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes,
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| But Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
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| I hung in pretty good for a round or two,
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| But he don’t fight fair like daddy taught me to,
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| Her memory turned my head and then he snuck up from behind,
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| Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
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| Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof,
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| But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two,
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| Guess every superman has got his kryptonite,
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| Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
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| Well I didn’t bleed and I ain’t black and blue,
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| But it ain’t hard to tell who got the better of who,
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| Cause in the morning light I’m hard to recognize,
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| Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
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| Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof,
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| But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two,
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| Guess every superman has got his kryptonite,
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| Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
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| That black label’s like black powder for my soul,
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| My head feels like a bomb about to blow,
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| Hell I’m half inclined to give that fuse a light,
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| And let Jack Daniels kick my ass again tonight. |