| I woke up with a pounding head
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| With a bottle laying in the bed
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| There was a little, a little bit left
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| So I picked it up and I killed the rest
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| Oh I know I’m going to heaven
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| But I can’t go with me like this
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| I need to pull myself together
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| Before then
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| No and I ain’t afraid of dying
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| But what scares me to death
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| Is meeting Jesus
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| With whiskey on my breath.
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| I lost her and all my friends
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| Broke all but one of my Lord’s 10
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| But Jesus died for all my sins
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| That’s how I know I’m getting in
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| Oh I know I’m going to heaven
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| But I can’t go with me like this
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| I need to pull myself together
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| Before then
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| No and I ain’t afraid of dying
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| But what scares me to death
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| Is meeting Jesus
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| With whiskey on my breath
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| Oh I know I’m going to heaven
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| But I can’t go with me like this
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| I need to pull myself together
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| Before then
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| No and I ain’t afraid of dying
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| But what scares me to death
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| Is meeting Jesus
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| With whiskey on my breath
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| Is meeting Jesus
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| With whiskey on my breath |