| Hey brother where the hell have ya been
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| Ya don’t you know it’s always nice to see a friend
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| Ya I see you time and again
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| Well I ain’t been up to nothing I’m just hanging around
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| And you can find me in every single stinkin' bar in town
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| Lord I do get around
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| But there’s no way out so I’m stayin' in
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| Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
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| I’ve got my friends, conversation is fine
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| We chip in a buy a nice cheap bottle of wine
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| Yeah that cheap stuff works everytime
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| We get along ‘cause we’re one and the same
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| We’re all messed up, washed up, out of luck
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| It’s a shame, Lord it’s a cryin' shame
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| Ya but there’s no way out so I’m stayin' in
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| Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
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| Start drinkin'
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| Now I ain’t talkin' about no light-weight, penny ante weekend warrior
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| I’m talkin' bout drinkin'
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| Talkin' when got two bucks left, you don’t want nothin' to eat
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| You just gotta keep drinkin'
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| Talkin' bout when you get home at three but you don’t make it til four
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| Cause you can’t find the door
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| I went home went straight to my bed, I didn’t make it that far
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| Fell flat on my head
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| Woke up to the morning light, burned a hole in my brain
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| Cause the sun’s so bright
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| Reached out for the first thing I could find was as half drunk bottle
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| Of some cheap wine
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| I stood up and I drank it down, started my day by spinning around
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| And I can’t see nothing through my bloodshot eyes
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| The way I’m livin' you’d guess it ain’t no surprise
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| Ya, whether I live or I die
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| We’ve seen it work we’ve seen it all before
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| We got you now you’re such a tragic bore
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| You keep knockin' on my door
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| Ya but there’s no way out so I’m stayin' in
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| Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
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| Ya but there’s no way out so I’m stayin' in
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| Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again |