| I can twist the top off a 12-pack of longnecks
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| Get my redneck on baby all night long with the boys
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| And never even think about you
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| I can be sittin' with someone new at a table for two
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| Buzzin' on a bottle of wine and your memory
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| Ain’t messin' up my good time
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| But when I get whiskey’d up, that wantin' you again
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| Starts kickin' back in and I’m late night calling you up
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| My heart starts hurtin' when that bourbon starts burning
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| And I can’t help but touch that stuff
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| It’s just like you all warm and smooth
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| Even though I know that you don’t miss me
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| It’s like you’re here with me
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| When I get whiskey’d up
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| Every sip I take I can taste your kiss
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| I feel the fire of your fingertips on my skin
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| I guess that’s why every now and then
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| I get whiskey’d up, that wantin' you again
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| Starts kickin' back in and I’m late night calling you up
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| My heart starts hurtin' when that bourbon starts burning
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| And I can’t help but touch that stuff
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| It’s just like you all warm and smooth
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| Even though I know that you don’t miss me
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| It’s like you’re here with me
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| When I get whiskey’d up
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| It’s a straight shot back to me and you
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| Yeah when I pour one up
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| I know just what I’m getting into
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| When I get whiskey’d up, that wantin' you again
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| Starts kickin' back in and I’m late night calling you up
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| My heart starts hurtin' when that bourbon starts burning
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| And I can’t help but touch that stuff
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| It’s just like you all warm and smooth
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| Even though I know that you don’t miss me
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| It’s like you’re here with me
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| When I get whiskey’d up
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| When I’m all whiskey’d up |