| I’ve had fame and fortune
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| Women come knock on my door
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| I’ve lived to the limit
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| Maybe a little bit more
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| There are so many stories
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| About how I got out of control
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| Some say it’s a woman
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| Some say it’s my troubled soul
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| I’m like a crazy old soldier
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| Fighting a war on my own
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| Just me and the whiskey
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| And the bottles are ten thousand strong
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| You’d think I’d give up
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| As many times as I’ve been hit
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| But like a crazy old soldier
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| I just don’t know when to quit
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| Bar rooms and bedrooms
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| Are just faces and places and names
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| Once for the pleasure
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| And Lord knows once for the pain
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| I’ve tried to forget her
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| And all of the things that we’ve done
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| But as long as there are memories
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| I’ll never hang up my gun
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| I’m like a crazy old soldier
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| Fighting a war on my own
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| Just me and the whiskey
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| And the bottles are ten thousand strong
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| You’d think, I’d give up
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| As many times as I’ve been hit
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| But like a crazy old soldier
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| I just don’t know when to quit
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| Like a crazy old soldier
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| I just don’t know when to quit |