| Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery
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| She’s out there every night
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| And she sure ain’t drinkin' tea
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| I love that woman, she’s the best one that I had
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| But she’s got this habit now and it sure is gettin' bad
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| chorus:
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| That whiskey drinkin' woman
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| Is makin' a poor man out of me She’s got bottles in the kitchen
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| Even got them in my bed
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| Most times I see her now
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| She’s three parts out of her head
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| Don’t know where I went wrong
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| I sure try to treat her right
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| But it sure upsets me Seein' her juiced up every night.
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| chorus:
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| lead:
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| Got to solve this problem
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| Won’t you help me find the key
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| The way that things are going
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| I’ll have to buy the distillery
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| She just stands there smilin'
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| With a whiskey in each hand
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| Got to think of something
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| Don’t know how much I can stand
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| chorus:
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| Got to get myself together, start workin' something out
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| Maybe if I tried some booze, I’d know what it’s about
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| I love that woman, she’s the best one that I had
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| But she’s got this problem now
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| And it sure is gettin' bad.
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| chorus:
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| lead: |