| Drinkin' all night long to sad country songs
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| It’s driving me insane
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| Well, I’m drownin' my fears in cheap American beer
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| I’m lookin' for somebody to blame
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| Head for the mountains, go for the gusto
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| You only go 'round once in life
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| Well, I’m wastin' my time on long drunken drives
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| Makin' up excuses for an angry wife
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| Now I’m cruisin' down I-75
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| Throwin' my empties at the wrong way signs
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| I’m so wasted, I can’t see shit
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| And it don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| What in the hell am I doing in this cell?
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| Get drunk and start a fight?
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| Well, one thing’s for certain, the way my head is hurtin'
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| Feels like I hit a bus last night
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| Then it all came back, like one big crash
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| Rammin' God’s children head-on
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| Well, what can I say, it never happens this way
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| In all those old Red Sovine songs
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| I’m cruisin' down I-75
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| Throwin' my empties at the wrong way signs
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| I’m so wasted, I can’t see shit
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| And it don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this, yeah
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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 till I was 21
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| Now I’m only as bold
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| As I’m told by a drunken society
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| Now there’s more blood on my can of Bud
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| Than there ever was in me
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| Now I’m cruisin' down I-75
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| Throwin' my empties at the wrong way signs
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| I’m so wasted, I can’t see shit
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| And it don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| It don’t get no better than this |