| Jack Daniels and speed
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| Looking for an answer
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| But a question is what I need
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| And I only want to ramble
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| It’s the one thing on my mind
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| I don’t want this trouble
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| But it’s all I ever find
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| Riding down the highway
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| Masquerading every night
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| It’s hard to be a mother, a singer, and a wife
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| But all the men they run around and no one bats an eye
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| I don’t want this trouble
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| But it’s all I ever find
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| Wild women they don’t worry
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| They have no time for the blues
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| They kill the pain and beat the devil in a hurry
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| And wild women, no, they don’t worry
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| Every time I slow it down
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| I always get the blues
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| I’ve lost more than most my age but I still got more to lose
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| I might seem a little crazy when I come to your town
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| The devil he won’t catch me if I drop the hammer down
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| Wild women they don’t worry
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| They have no time for the blues
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| They kill the pain and beat the devil in a hurry
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| Wild women, no, they don’t worry
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| Wild women, no, they don’t worry |