| Boy, that bottle belongs to the devil
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| Better leave it on the shelf
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| Could be the old man wants it for himself
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| Well, it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
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| Hurt me to my bones
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| To see him high in the morning
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| And by evenin' see him gone
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| Boy, that woman belongs to the captain
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| Better let her go her way
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| Before the captain got somethin' to say
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| Well, it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
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| Hurt me to my bones
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| To see him high in the morning
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| And by evenin' see him gone
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| Boy, that power belongs to the devil
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| Better leave that power alone
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| Could be the devil gonna want it for his own
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| Well, it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
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| Hurt me to my bones
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| To see him high in the morning and by evenin'
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| See him gone
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| To see him high in the morning and by evenin'
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| See him gone |