| I’ve always been a two-fisted drinker
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| And a lover of sad country songs
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| And I thought I was a cool-headed thinker
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| But that woman keeps proving me wrong
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| Just look at these blisters on my fingers
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| I’m workin' myself to the bone
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| She had me from the first time I kissed her
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| But she’s really got me now that she’s gone
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| Now I’m payin' for my wife’s little pleasures
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| Her new house and car that she drives
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| I’m workin' for her life of leisure
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| And her new life with some other guy
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| She took everything when she left me
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| 'Cept my guitar and my ole Harley Hog
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| And it hurts me to think her new lover
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| Is drinkin' my liquor and pettin' my dog
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| While I’m payin' for my wife’s little pleasures
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| Her new house and car that she drives
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| I’m workin' for her life of leisure
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| And her new life with some other guy
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| I’m workin' for her life of leisure
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| And her new life with some other guy |