| I’ve got a good woman at home
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| Who thinks I do no wrong
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| But sometimes, Lord, she just ain’t always around
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| And you know that’s when I fall
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| Now I can’t help myself at all
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| And I get whiskey bent and hell bound
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| Play me some songs about a ramblin man
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| Put a cold one in my hand
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| Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds
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| Don’t you play, I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| Cause I’ll get all balled up inside
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| And I’ll get whiskey bent and hell bound
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| Sure enough about closin time
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| About stoned out of my mind
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| And I end up with some honkytonk special I found
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| Just as sure as the mornin sun comes
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| Thinking of my sweet girl at home
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| And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound
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| Play me the songs about ramblin man
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| Put old Jim Beam in my hand
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| Cause you know I still love to get drunk
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| And hear country sounds
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| But don’t you play, Your Cheatin Heart
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| Cause that’ll tear me all apart
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| I’ll get whiskey bent and hell bound |