| I woke up cussing Jack Daniels today, yeah
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| Could almost hear him laughing in my head
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| He ain’t the kinda guy to hang out with, man
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| Someday I gotta quit
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| I killed that guilt with some getting to church on time
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| But I, couldn’t make it through the sermon again
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| Without packing a little calm-down in my lip
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| Man someday I gotta quit
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| Between the whiskey and the nicotine
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| The wrong girls in the right jeans
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| All the other fires that keep burning, me I keep lit
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| It ain’t never gonna happen, some say
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| Oh but somehow, someway, someday I gotta quit
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| Old man was waiting around like he always does
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| Hoping this might be the day I drop that grudge
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| And holding it is heavy, I admit
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| Man, some day I gotta quit
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| Between the whiskey and the nicotine
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| The wrong girls in the right jeans
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| All the other fires that keep burning, me I keep lit
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| It ain’t never gonna happen, some say
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| Oh but somehow, someway, someday I gotta quit
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| I got a long drag from a Marlboro in my lungs
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| Another long neck in my hands getting low
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| And I’m missing the girl that started all of this, damn
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| Some day I gotta quit |