| Drinkin' all night long to sad country songs, it’s driving me insane
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| Drownin' my fears in cheap American beer, lookin' for somebody to blame
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| Head for the mountains, go for the gusto. |
| You only go 'round once in life
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| Seems I’ve spent most of mine on long drunken drives, makin' up excuses for an
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| angry wife
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| Now I’m cruisin' down I-75, throwin' my empties at the wrong way signs
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| I’m so wasted I can’t see shit. |
| And it don’t get no better than this
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| Now what in the hell am I doing in this cell? |
| Did I get drunk and start a fight?
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| One thing’s fer certain, the way my head is hurtin', feels like I hit a bus
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| last night
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| Then it all came back, like one big crash. |
| Rammin' God’s children head-on
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| What can I say, it never happens this way in all those old Red Sovine songs
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| When I was a kid I’d see beer commercials on TV
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| Girls, good times, havin' fun
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| Now I’m outside a PIK-PAK, tryin' to grab a 12-pack
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| Couldn’t wait til I was 21
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| Now I’m only as bold as I’m told by a drunken society
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| Now there’s more blood on my can of Bud than there ever was in me |