| The doctor says I’m livin'
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| On precious borrowed time,
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| With all the time I’m givin'
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| To liquor beer and wine.
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| The X-rays of my liver
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| Look like molded old Swiss cheese.
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| My heart pumps blood and alcohol
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| Through hardended arteries.
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| Everybody knows me Down at the local bar.
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| I drink until I can’t see
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| And I wonder where you are.
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| I guess I let my health go Since you quit bein' mine.
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| But there was nothing to replace you
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| Except liquor, beer, and wine.
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| Liquor, beer, and wine
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| Is the flashing sign I see.
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| Every single morning I get up It’s buzzin' down at me.
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| I look up to the heavens
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| For a ray of hope to shine.
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| And there it is in neon,
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| Liquor, beer, and wine.
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| Ever since you’ve left me
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| I’ve lived out of my car,
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| Parked between the liquor store,
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| And Uncle Bubba’s bar.
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| Booze helps ease the heartache
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| But your constantly in mind.
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| As constant as that buzzing noise
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| Of Uncle Bubba’s sign.
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| Liquor, beer, and wine
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| Is the flashing sign I see.
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| Every darn morning I get up It’s a buzzin' down at me.
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| I look up to the heavens
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| For a ray of hope to shine.
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| And there it is in neon,
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| Liquor, beer, and wine. |