| Ain’t in the mood for whiskey
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| Her leavin' burned enough
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| Don’t need to get nothin' in me
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| That’ll get me all messed up
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| Sometimes she still hits me
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| But I’ve made it through the worst
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| These days I take the edge off
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| Her memory and my thirst
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| With light beer in a cold can
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| Right here in my right hand
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| I don’t lean on the hard stuff
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| To forget about what was
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| When I start thinkin' bout the past
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| Nothin' gets me past it like
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| Sittin' right here sippin'
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| Light beer 'neath an old beer light
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| Me and that bartender
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| Are on a first name basis now
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| He’s seen me on a few benders
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| Since you ain’t been around
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| But lately those days are over
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| I’m no longer fallin' apart
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| I can stay mostly sober
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| Fill up the cracks in this heart
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| With light beer in a cold can
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| Right here in my right hand
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| I don’t lean on the hard stuff
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| To forget about what was
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| When I start thinkin' bout the past
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| Nothin' gets me past it like
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| Sittin' right here sippin'
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| Light beer 'neath an old beer light
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| When I start thinkin' bout the past
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| Nothin' gets me past it like
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| Sittin' right here sippin'
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| Light beer 'neath an old beer light
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| Sittin' right here sippin'
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| Light beer 'neath an old beer light |