| There’ll always be a few of us To keep the barrooms busy
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| And there’ll always be fools like me With no place else to turn
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| 'Cause liquor has the charmin' taste
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| To keep you coming back
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| For it’s true I guess
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| That some of us never learn
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| A crowded bar
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| Can’t ever change the past
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| But from time to time
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| We drown it in a glass
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| 'Cause liquor has the charmin' taste
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| To keep you coming back
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| Well, it’s true I guess
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| That some of us never learn
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| A crowded bar
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| Can’t ever change the past
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| Oh but from time to time
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| We drown it in a glass
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| 'Cause liquor has the charmin' taste
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| To keep you coming back
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| Oh, it’s true I guess
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| That some of us never learn, never learn |