| Well my daddy never drank no whiskey
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| He never wet his liver with gin
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| My momma said she loved nobody else
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| But she really loved the drinking man
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| Respectable though my daddy was
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| Until he heard of mama’s sin
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| He drank every drop of liquor in this place
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| And we never saw my daddy again
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| Because everybody loves a drinking man
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| Everybody loves a drinking man
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| Well my uncle was a real good talker
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| He’d talk the beak off a myna bird
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| Until someone dropped a glass of whiskey in his hand
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| He never said another word
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| Because everybody loves a drinking man
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| Everybody loves a drinking man
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| So understand that people will judge you
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| On your good and not your words
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| So if you’re looking for a favor or two
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| You may likely die of thirst
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| Because everybody loves a drinking man
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| Everybody loves a drinking man
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| Everybody loves a drinking man
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| Everybody loves a drinking man |