| One, two, one, two, two
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| Yeah, that’s right, I’m drunk
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| Well, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it
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| Because I know just what I’m gonna do
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| I start to spend my money calling everybody honey
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| And wind up singing the blues
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| I spend my whole pay check on some old wreck
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| And brother, I can name you a few
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| Well, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
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| Because I know just what I’m gonna do
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| Yeah, I gotta get drunk
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| I can’t stay sober
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| There’s a lot of good people in the town
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| That love to hear me holler, see me spend my dollars
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| And I would not think of letting them down
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| Yeah, well, there’s a lot of doctors that tell me
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| Jack, you better start slowing it down
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| Well, there’s more old drunks
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| Then there are old doctors
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| Fuck it, let’s have another round
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| That’s right, yeah, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it because I know
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| Just what I’m gonna do
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| I start to spend my money
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| Thinking everyone’s my honey
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| And wind up singing the blues
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| I spend my whole paycheck
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| On some old wreck
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| Oh buddy, I can name you a few
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| Well, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it
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| I’ll have a shot of Jack
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| C’mon, take it Charlie
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| Why yeah
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| Well, I gotta get drunk
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| And I know what I’m gonna do
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| I start to spend your money
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| Call your mama a honey
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| And we all wind up singing the blues
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| Spend your whole paycheck
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| On some old wreck
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| And brother, there’s way too many
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| To call it a few
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| Well, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it
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| Hey birthday girl, go
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| Go
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| Hey Willie
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| Yeah, I gotta get drunk
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| I sure do dread it
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| Cause I know just what I’m donna do
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| I start to spend my money
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| Calling everybody honey
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| And I wind up singing the blues
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| I spend my whole paycheck
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| On some old wreck
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| Brother I could name you a few
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| Well, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it
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| Cause I know just what I’m gonna do
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| Yeah, I gotta get drunk
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| And I sure do dread it
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| Because I know just what I’m gonna do
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| I start to spend my money, other people’s money honey
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| And I wind up singing the blues
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| Spend my whole paycheck on some old red
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| Brother fuck it, oh god
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| Yeah, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
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| Cause I know just what I’m gonna do
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| Yeah, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
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| Cause I know just what I’m gonna do |