| It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
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| It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
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| It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
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| Fillin' my cup
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| It’s all my people sittin' 'round a table
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| Real sad country on the radio
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| My go-to blues and my old faithful
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| Barely pushin' twenty, but still carryin' me home
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| It’s one part happy and one part chaos
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| Whole lotta borrowed, little bit paid off
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| You can’t appreciate the sugar if you never had the salt
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| Ain’t it nice and sweet even when it’s on the rocks? |
| Yeah
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| It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
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| It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
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| It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
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| Fillin' my cup
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| It’s all those so close you can taste it
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| Hard pill to swallow, goodbye loves
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| Sometimes, half empty is good for makin'
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| Room for the know it when you see it good stuff
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| It’s one part happy and one part pain
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| Knowin' what you can and what you can’t change
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| And learnin' that the secret is wantin' what you got
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| Makes it nice and sweet even when it’s on the rocks, yeah
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| It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
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| It ain’t the headache comin' in tomorrow
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| It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
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| Fillin' my cup
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| It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
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| It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
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| It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
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| Fillin' my cup
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| Yeah, it ain’t the whiskey, it ain’t the wine
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| Though it sure goes good from time to time
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| With this high-low life, go and shake it on up
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| Yeah, that’s the stuff that’s fillin' my cup
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| Shake it on up
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| Fill it up, woo |