| I didn’t come in here to dance
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| And I don’t plan to have a good time
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| So honey just top off this glass
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| And take this pocket full of dimes
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| And go wake up that old jukebox
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| Then just leave me alone
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| I’ve got a past to put behind
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| So keep one thing in mind
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| When you’re pickin' out them songs
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| Play me something I can drink to
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| Something I can sit and think to
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| A song 'bout nothing left to lose
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| From someone who’s been in my shoes
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| And play it loud enough to drown out
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| All the hell I’m goin' through
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| Make it something I can cry to
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| A tune her memory can die to
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| I’ve got a table in the dark
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| A bottle and a broken heart
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| Play me something I can drink to
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| I’ve got everything I need
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| To get me where I’m goin'
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| And when I get there I’ll be free
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| If only for tonight
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| As long as that steel guitar is playin'
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| She’ll be goin', goin', gone
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| Well I’ve got a ghost to kill
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| And I know this whiskey will
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| With some help from Hank and Jones
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| So play me something I can drink to
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| Something I can sit and think to
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| A song 'bout nothing left to lose
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| From someone who’s been in my shoes
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| And play it loud enough to drown out
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| All the hell I’m goin' through
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| Make it something I can cry to
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| A tune her memory can die to
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| I’ve got a table in the dark
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| A bottle and a broken heart
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| Play me something I can drink to
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| I’ve got nowhere else to go
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| So keep 'em comin' sad and slow
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| Play me something I can drink to |