| I was born a ramblin' man with swamp water on my hand
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| Daddy died so young and I had to help momma get by
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| So I learned how to sing those songs
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| I learned how to honky-tonk moan
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| And I learned how to sleep in a different bed every night
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| Sometimes we slept in the car
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| Lots of times we slept in some old bar
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| Well then we got a bus and we thought we were flyin' real high
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| But the best place I ever stayed
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| Where I really learned how sing and how to play
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| I got the good times on my mind at The Hotel Whiskey
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| Lord, I wanna go back down there to Hotel Whiskey
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| Oh I wanna drink and dance and watch the ladies prance and get frisky
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| Yes I do
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| No, I’m not gonna worry about drivin' a car
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| I’ll go up and get a room and bring my old guitar
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| I got the good times on my mind down there at Hotel Whiskey
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| I’m not a kid anymore but this ain’t no mid-life crisis
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| Because whiskey and women have always been my vices
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| I’m gonna buy a drink and take it to the band
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| And talk to that gal that’s got my heart in her hand
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| I got the good times on my mind down there at Hotel Whiskey
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| Lord, I wanna go back down to Hotel Whiskey
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| I’m gonna drink and dance and watch the women prance and get frisky
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| Oh, yes indeed
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| No, I’m not gonna worry about drivin' a car
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| I got a bottle and a room and my old guitar
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| I got the good times on my mind down at The Hotel Whiskey
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| What do you say Clint?
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| Hank, before I die I wanna tie one on
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| And go with you and listen to them songs
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| I got the good times on my mind
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| Yeah, well, let’s blow it out one more time
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| Well Hank, let’s all go unwind down at The Hotel Whiskey |