| What goes wrong with the mind of a man in a bar
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| Who sits and keep drinking with his thoughts strayed so far
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| It’s the same old sad story that has often been told
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| One drink then another till he’s out of control
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| As he sits at a table with his hands on the glass
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| For him there’s no future there’s only the past
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| He reaches for the bottle but his hands don’t take hold
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| His eyes just can’t focus he’s out of control
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| Does he search for contentment that he might hope to find
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| From a honky tonk woman or the bottles of wine
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| He shakes and he trembles even though he’s not old
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| Like a leaf in a whirlwind he’s out of control
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| Yes I’m just like that fellow who sits there all alone
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| With no one to love me no family at home
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| I’m a picture of others with a future so cold
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| A life ain’t worth livin' when it’s out of control… |