| You can always find me here
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| Raisin' hell and drinkin' beer
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| With all my good-time buddies
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| Cuttin' up and havin' fun
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| Yeah the jokes can be on me
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| And I don’t mind usually
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| I’m an easy-goin', back-slappin' son of a gun
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| But she just left me
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| And that’s just left me undone
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| So you don’t want to push your luck boys, not tonight
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| Just don’t bring up her name one more time
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| If you think I’m in the mood to pick a fight
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| You’re damn right
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| She’s gone and I admit I was wrong
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| But I can’t quit
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| Thinkin' about how good our love used to be
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| And the whiskey numbs the pain
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| But in the morning when I wake
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| I’ll be hungover hangin' on to a memory
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| And I’ll order one more round
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| Lose the Coke and keep the Crown
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| And just drown my misery
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| And I’ll blind myself with liquor and neon lights
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| Alone and stoned out of my mind
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| If you think I’m flyin' high as a kite
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| You’re damn right
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| Now I’m just tryin' to make it through
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| But gettin' over you is a long, long road
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| And I’m a strong man, but it’s killin' me
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| Lettin' go
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| And I’d love to say it ain’t, but I can’t lie
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| Yeah pretend that I got somethin' in my eyes
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| If you think I’m gonna break down and cry
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| You’re damn right
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| You’re damn right |