| I’ve heard Hank sing about it
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| Jack, Jim, and George Dickel
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| Yeah, I could try the whiskey again tonight
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| To take the edge off the hurt a little
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| Yeah, Cash was on the pills way back
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| And he kicked 'em with the help of Jesus
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| But Johnny had a June, and I need one too
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| I had her but it fell to pieces
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| I can get bent
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| I can get high as a kite
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| Three sheets to the wind again
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| And pretend it’ll get it done right
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| Twist the throttle on the bottle
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| But a quick fix can’t fix the fact I need her
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| She’s my pain reliever
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| I ran the rubber off 'em tires
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| Lumped down to the threads
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| Thinkin' every mile I run
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| Would numb the words she said
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| I’ve been blarin' old sad country songs
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| Till I blew out the speakers
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| And old George Jones did his best
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| But she’s my pain reliever
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| I can get bent
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| I can get high as a kite
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| Three sheets to the wind again
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| And pretend it’ll get it done right
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| Twist the throttle on the bottle
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| But a quick fix can’t fix the fact I need her
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| She’s my pain reliever
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| Oh, yeah
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| I can bent
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| I can get high as a kite
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| Three sheets to the wind again
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| And pretend it’ll get it done right
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| Twist the throttle on the bottle
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| But a quick fix can’t fix the fact I need her
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| Yeah, she’s my pain reliever
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| She’s my pain reliever |