| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I roamed away from home to make it on the microphone skills
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| Shine like the dawn, still the night brings a cold chill
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| The moon’s full as Boone pulls up to a dingy dive bar
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| A place even the waitresses face has got an eye scar
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| Fleetwood Mac on the jukebox on a slow night
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| Lady behind the bar got a pack of Marlboro Lights
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| Rolled up in her sleeve, stockin' the cooler
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| I park it on the stool, she said «What you need?»
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| I said «What you got?» |
| I said «Make it a Jack and Coke»
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| She said «Okay and where you stayin'?»
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| I said «I'm layin' my head across the street at the Holiday Inn»
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| And I asked what time they close, she said «You can stay 'til the A.M.
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| She said «Ain't you Danny Boone the man who rocks the planet»
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| Bet your pen sign more titties than I bought more
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| I said «Damn it! |
| Why don’t we get out of this bar»
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| Grab a bottle, she dropped her apron said «I'll meet you at the car»
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| She stepped out in the moonshine lookin' like a star
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I love my smoke filled rooms, dive bar saloons
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| I love the ladies undergarments on the knotty pine roofs
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| I’ve never liked the last call, my happy hours at noon
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| I drink my Jack out the bottle like a bottle of Boones
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| Hey lady with the broom, can you play some Johnny Cash?
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| Here’s a couple dollars for you, for your coaster and glass
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| She wiped the dust of the bottle gave me single barel mass
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| Said «I sip my liquor quicker then your cigarette will ash»
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| I hit the bathroom stall, names upon the wall
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| Conversations with my alcohol seem to be long
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| I contemplatin' takin' time to give my lady a call
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| Or I’m chasin' down the devil with my latest Jager Bomb
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| I told my broad «I'm on a drinkin' binge, I’m at it again»
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| 'Cause I love the way she tastes, I love the squeak of the hinge
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| So when the brass doors open and the smoke seeps in
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| I hit the bed with my bottle, you can bet we sleepin' in
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| 'Cause
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I love that kinda place where the neon lights
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| Chase away all the problems that we all face
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| When I’m parkin' on a stool I get the kinda feelin'
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| Take a sip, look up, see dollar bills on the ceilin'
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| Hear the crack of a cue ball breakin' a rack
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| Hear a group full of friends laughin' in the back
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| Then it hits me like a brick as I wash one down
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| This the kinda bar that reminds me of my town
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| If these walls could talk I know they’d say the same thing
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| Watch us grow up and how we all had to change
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| And my 21st, drink all them shots together
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| I remember how you said that we’d always last forever
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| Well that didn’t work, babe, and I couldn’t breath
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| It gave me shelter from the storm when I was in need
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| So I’m a light a cigarette and give you one more minute
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| Take another shot of Beam when I’m finished reminiscin'
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| 'Cause
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you
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| I breath better in a smoke filled room
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| I sleep better in the afternoon
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| When I go home it’s a motel room
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| Moonshine on me, moonshine on you |