| I think it was early this mornin' Whiskey came to my door
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| I could tell ny her eyes that she had been cryin'
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| Said I can’t go home anymore
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| Her daddy was a rock’n roll singer the head of a popular band
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| The last thing he said before he put her to bed
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| Was Whiskey you just don’t understand.
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| Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain
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| He left you before he’s gonna leave you again
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| He’s fyling high on some silver liner or hidin' in a Hiliday Inn
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| He thinks that the livin' is finer keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
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| Doesn’t that put your head in a spin girl keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
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| But does he love you does he love you.
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| Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain
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| He left you before he’s gonna leave you again
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| He’s fyling high on some silver liner or hidin' in a Hiliday Inn
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| He thinks that the livin' is finer keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
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| Doesn’t that put your head in a spin girl keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
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| But does he love you does he love you.
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| I think it was early this mornin' Whiskey came to my door
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| I could tell ny her eyes that she had been cryin'
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| Said I can’t go home anymore
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| Her daddy was a rock’n roll singer the head of a popular band
|
| The last thing he said before he put her to bed
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| Was Whiskey you just don’t understand… |