| Well, whiskey and wimmen
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| Gonna be the death of me
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| Well, whiskey and wimmen
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| Gonna be the death of me
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| Well now, I’m tellin' everybody
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| That they will not let me be
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| Well, my baby left me
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| She done left for somebody else
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| Well now, my baby she left me
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| She done left for somebody else
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| Well now, I get sick and tired, Lord
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| Sleepin' all by myself
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| (Yeah blow it now, Alan)
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| (Yeah)
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| (Go on, boy!)
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| (Alright, yeah)
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| Well, it was late one evenin'
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| I was packin' my leavin' trunk
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| Well, it was late one evenin'
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| I was packin' my leavin' trunk
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| Well, I didn’t have no whiskey
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| But them blues made me sloppy drunk
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| Well, I cried last night
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| And I cried the night before
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| Well now, I cried last night
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| And I cried the night before
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| Well, I told my woman
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| I didn’t love her no mo' |