| Bloody knuckles and a broken nose
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| Oh, that’s why I never left home
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| I’ve fought in bars
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| And I’ve fought in the streets
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| Four more years of fighting'
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| 'til they’re done with me
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| Leave it 'til tomorrow 'til you say good bye
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| Ain’t in the mood to watch no one cry
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| Tonight its whiskey, so buy another round
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| Drink it up boys its my last night in town
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| Momma I ain’t you’re only son
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| Ain’t no favorites here, its just how its done
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| Drink it up boys its my last night in town
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| Its too late to turn back now, oh
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| In the morning' its the wide open road
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| Take it far enough it’ll bring you back home
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| She said «I watched them carry you to the back
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| Couldn’t say good by to you like that»
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| I can always say, «I'm sorry I’s drunk»
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| So many times 'til it doesn’t mean much
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| When I get home the first rounds on me
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| Raise up that glass — good bye Tennessee
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| Momma I ain’t you’re only son
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| Ain’t no favorites here, its just how its done
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| Drink it up boys its my last night in town
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| Its too late to turn back now, oh
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| I can always say, «I'm sorry I’s drunk»
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| So many times 'til it doesn’t mean much
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| When I get home the first rounds on me
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| Drink it up boys — good bye Tennessee
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| Momma I ain’t you’re only son
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| Ain’t no favorites here, its just how its done
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| Drink it up boys its my last night in town
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| Its too late to turn back now, oh |