| I’ll eat when I get hungry
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| I’ll drink when I get dry
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| If the life I live don’t kill me
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| Then I guess I’ll never die
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| I’ll tune up my fiddle
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| I’ll rosin up my bow
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| And find a girl to hold me tight
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| Anywhere I go
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| Corn liquor corn liquor’s what I cry
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| If you don’t give me corn liquor boy
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| Somebody’s gonna die
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| Somebody’s gonna die oh lord
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| Somebody’s gonna die
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| If the creek it was corn liquor
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| And I was a government man
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| I’d drink the whole thing dry
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| And tell the folks «Do what you can»
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| Got a guitar in my left hand
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| Got a pistol in my right
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| And I don’t give a good goddamn
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| If we play or if we fight
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| Corn liquor corn liquor’s what I yell
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| If you don’t give me corn liquor boy
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| Then I’ll see you in hell
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| Corn liquor corn liquor’s what I cry
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| If you don’t give me corn liquor boy
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| Somebody’s gonna die
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| Somebody’s gonna die oh lord
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| Somebody’s gonna die
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| If I spend all my money
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| My money’s mine alone
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| And I ain’t never killed a man
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| What he left me to my own
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| I’ll make my own corn liquor
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| I’ll grow my own smoke too
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| And if I drink and smoke till I can’t stand up
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| What the hell is it to you
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| Corn liquor corn liquor’s what I yell
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| If you don’t give me corn liquor boy
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| Then I’ll see you in hell
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| Corn liquor corn liquor’s what I cry
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| If you don’t give me corn liquor boy
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| Somebody’s gonna die
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| Somebody’s gonna die oh lord
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| Somebody’s gonna die |