| In a pea green windowless room
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| Four o’clock and the TV’s dead
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| Wired up with nothin' to do
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| I drunk all my whiskey I smoked all my beer
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| I’m already gone I just got here
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| An old hairy ass hillbilly
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| Still up and hangin' on
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| Made me think of a Similar time
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| In the Tropicannibal motel
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| Takin' showers 'bout every hour
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| 'Cause I wasn’t really feelin' well
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| Well in walked the Alabama Leanin' Man
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| His ol' buddy Billy Swann
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| Two old hairy ass hillbillies
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| Still up and hangin' on
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| Takes a friend to make you laugh
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| A slap on the back someone who knows
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| Right where you’re at
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| A friend in town who just heard you’re around
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| Came by see how you’re gettin' along
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| Most people go out to clubs
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| Just to see an electric dildo
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| A human jutebox who loves to play
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| Every single song they know
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| But they don’t care if you blow your soul
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| They usually stand up and tell you so
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| And leave that hairy ass hillbilly
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| Still up and hangin' on
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| So wherever you may be tonight
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| I wish you luck
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| You may be with a friend of yours
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| And may your friend be your lady love |
| But if you gotta go and do a show
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| And afterwards you got no where to go
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| You’re just a hairy ass hillbilly
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| Still up and hangin' on |