| You got drunk last night… you swear you saw the devil
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| But don’t you know firewater seeks its own level
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| Life is a cyclone… death is but a breeze
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| Will you die on your feet… or will you live on your knees?
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| Guitar strummin'… wine overflowin'
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| They say you have it comin'… if you never got it goin'
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| You blame it on your baby that your heart was broke in half
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| Well I can see you just been cryin'… so you don’t have to laugh
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| There ain’t nothing sacred… you can beg or steal or borrow
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| When you’re swimmin' in self pity… you’ll be drownin' in your sorrow
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| You got drunk last night… you swear you saw the devil
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| But don’t you know firewater seeks its own level
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| Your clothes fit fine and your hair looks great
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| You got time you can waste… but no time to wait
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| You’re drownin' me in the waves your brain sent
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| It ain’t love anymore… it’s just entertainment
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| If the devil made you do it… well go for it honey
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| Just be sure you give him a run for his money
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| You can kill the bottle… there ain’t no murder mystery
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| There’s a little bit left… but all the rest is natural history
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| You got drunk last night… you swear you saw the devil
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| Don’t you know firewater seeks its own level
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| Perched on your back was a loud mouth vulture
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| Y’all were talkin' back and forth about the counter-counter culture
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| Smoke was hangin' heavy… everybody had to breathe it
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| Your hands were on the table but your thoughts were underneath it
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| Everybody got stoned… and when the night was over
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| The wildest one there was cold stone sober
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| But you and all the rest… well your eyes gottin' muddy
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| 'Cause the bartender knows… he’s gotta to serve somebody
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| You got drunk last night… you swear you saw the devil
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| But don’t you know firewater seeks its own level
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| You got drunk last night… you swear you saw the devil
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| But don’t you know firewater seeks its own level |