| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| Oh brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| I am the captain of my pain
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| Tis the bit, the bridle
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| The thrashing cane
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| The stirrup, the harness
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| And he whipping mane
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| The pickled eye
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| And the shrinking brain
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| Brother, buy me one more drink
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| Explain the nature of my pity
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| Yes, let me tell you once again
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| I am the captain of my pain
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| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| I cannot blame it all on her
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| To blame her all would be a lie
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| For many a night I lay awake
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| And wished that I could watch her die
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| See her accusing finger spurt
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| See flies swarm her hateful eye
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| To watch her groaning in the dirt
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| See her clicking tongue crack dry
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| Brother, buy me one more drink
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| One more drink and then goodbye
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| And do not mock me when I say
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| Let's drink one more before I die
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| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| I've been sliding down on rainbows
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| I've been swinging from the stars
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| This wretch in beggars clothing
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| Bangs his cup across the bars
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| Look, this cup of mine is empty!
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| Seems I've misplaced my desires
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| Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
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| Of all my former fires
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| So brother, be a brother
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| And fill this tiny cup of mine
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| And please, sir, make it whiskey
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| I have no head for wine
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| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| Oh brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| I counted up my blessings
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| And counted only one
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| One tiny little blessing
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| And now that blessing's gone
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| So buy me one more drink, my brother
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| Then I'm taking to the road
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| Yes, I'm taking to the rain
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| And I'm taking to the snow
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| Oh my friend, my only brother
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| Do not let the party grieve
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| Throw a dollar onto the bar
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| Now kiss my ass and leave
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| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home
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| Brother, my cup is empty
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| And I haven't got a penny
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| For to buy no more whiskey
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| I have to go home |