| She’s probably stayin' at her Mama’s spillin' all the drama now
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| Wine drinkin' off the hurtin', twistin' all my words around
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| Hold on, here we go
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| Before I slam the door
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| I said, «Go to hell.»
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| Call my buddies up
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| Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself
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| 'Til they cut me off
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| Or 'til the doors are locked
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| Same 'ol back-againer
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| On a bender
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| Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me
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| 'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks
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| We’ve done more breakin' up again and makin' up again to count
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| Every single double ain’t the only trouble goin' down
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| This drink and her love
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| Why do I like the hard stuff?
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| Before I slam the door
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| I said, «Go to hell.»
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| Call my buddies up
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| Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself
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| 'Til they cut me off
|
| Or 'til the doors are locked
|
| Same 'ol back-againer
|
| On a bender
|
| Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me
|
| 'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks
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| This drink and her love
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| Why do I like the hard stuff?
|
| Before I slam the door
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| I said, «Go to hell.»
|
| Call my buddies up
|
| Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself
|
| 'Til they cut me off
|
| Or 'til the doors are locked
|
| Same 'ol back-againer
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| On a bender
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| Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me
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| 'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks
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| Ain’t the only thing on the rocks |