| Well I ain’t never been to Folsom
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| But I’ve damn sure done my Time
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| Tryin' to please a Woman
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| Tryin' to walk the Line
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| When she washed her hands of our love
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| I went right straight down the Drain
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| Straight down the tubes with the booze and blues
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| Where the boozin' losers hang
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| Now I’m Lowdown and Lonesome, but I feel right at home
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| Cuz I done grown accustomed, to sinkin' like a stone
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| Since I hit rock bottom, I’ve been high as I can be
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| Ever since that woman, put that Lowdown and Lonesome on me
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| Here on this Whiskey river
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| Ain’t no paddle, ain’t no boat
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| and this Ninety-proof I’m clinging to
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| been keepin' me afloat
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| Well they say I use to give a damn,
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| But that was long ago
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| Back before she took our love
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| and blew it full of holes
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| Left me Lowdown and Lonesome, but I feel right at home
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| Cuz I done grown accustomed, to sinkin' like a stone
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| Since I hit rock bottom, I’ve been high as I can be
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| Ever since that woman, put that Lowdown and Lonesome on me
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| Bartender keeps her picture on the wall here just in case
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| I ever can’t remember how I wound up in this place
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| I’m Lowdown and Lonesome, but I feel right at home
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| Cuz I done grown accustomed, to sinkin' like a stone
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| Since I hit rock bottom, I’ve been high as I can be
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| Ever since that woman, put that Lowdown and Lonesome on me
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| She put that Lowdown and Lonesome on me. |