| My woman says it’s a dog gone shame the way some men bring their wives money
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| and furs and jewelry and I come home, ain’t got a dime and smellin' like a
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| brewery
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| I’m drunk again, I’ve been been drinkin' Gordons gin
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| Well I tried to quit but it ain’t no use. |
| I just can’t cut that juice… ah…
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| a loose!
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| Gin has got me to the place where I … don’t know what to do
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| My wife has quit me and my, my girlfriend too
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| I’m drunk again. |
| I’ve been drinkin' Gordon’s gin
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| Well I tried to quit but it just ain’t no use. |
| I can’t cut that juice… ah…
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| a loose!
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| No, I can’t quit it
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| My old lady’s gone too. |
| Boy, boy, boy
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| I guess I’ll go ahead and take me a walk… it might make me feel better
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| I guess I’ll go on by ol', ol' John’s cabin. |
| See what’s happenin' down there
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| Mmmmm, sounds like the joints a swingin' this evening, ooooh, look at all the
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| pretty chicks. |
| (I'll swamp)
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| There’s ol' Dim Whittey — What’s happenin' Son? |
| How you been doin'?
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| I ain’t seen you in a long time!
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| And Wilson too. |
| Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy. |
| Lookie here
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| HEY JOHN! |
| How about a little taste? |
| You know what I want
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| Gimme a big ol' glass on them (good ol' gooters), a big ol' glass of gin
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| That’s exactly what I need. |
| Mmmmm! |
| Sure feels good — Gimme another one!
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| Yeah! |
| Things are startin' to look better y’all
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| Mmmmm, mmmm. |
| mmmmm… YEAH! |
| Come here girl! |
| What’s your name?
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| What’s your name girl? |
| Say what? |
| AhhhhAhhhhAhhh! |
| Alright you be like that
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| CRABSHAW don’t care
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| Yeah I’m havin' a good time. |
| That’s ol' Butterfield’s band up there, ain’t it?
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| Sure soundin' good. |
| Boy I love, I love that music. |
| ALRIGHT!
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| That’s what I like about Chicago, I love good music and I love good gin
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| John set 'em up again!
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| I like that STUFF! |
| Whoooo! |
| Mmmmm, I believe I’m gettin' drunk
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| Drunk as Grandpa’s ol yellow hogs. |
| Yeah!
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| Man when I get drunk, I feel like playin' my own self, yes I do! |