| Munly: He pulled out the mason jar
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| I’d heard them rumors from Frank Hauser
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| The story goes that every few years
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| Slim says «Boys, I gotta go. |
| So drink one more with me.»
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| We pass the jar around
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| The drink then fell down off of our face
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| As Slim thought he won, Cause we
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| We were all cryin'
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| He softened our senses with his drink
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| Then he started cryin'
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| Blubberin' «you boys meant so much to me
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| And if you do love me
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| Then let my exit be easy»
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| «Well, Slim, I love you more than myself
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| But we’ve no time to miss ya'
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| Cause we must stop this lyin'
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| Slim, you hurt us to the core.»
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| We all felt like dyin'
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| Then we took one more drink from the jar
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| Then your drink made our senses say no to your plan
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| We’ve banded together, Slim
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| One more chance!
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| But this time around if you mess with our heart
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| We’ll force you to drink from our own mason jar
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| — and you’ll be left cryin'
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| Slim: «I already am, why don’t you listen to me?
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| I also feel like dyin'
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| Why can’t you quit my world and let me be?
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| It’s so conceited to think that you can
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| Survive my jar, survive my plan
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| I’d thought your egos make property cringe
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| I’ll take up this challenge and I’ll keep on tryin'
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| I can’t guarantee my heart won’t come loose
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| And send me home cryin'
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| In my name’s sake, cracker, what’s the use?
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| On the way home I’ll probably crash and burn
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| Cause the Cessna can’t ever seem to learn
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| That a man was never meant to be so high
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| Oh Why! |
| Why! |
| Why! |
| Why!
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| Comes back to cryin'»
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| «I'll drink one more with you again
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| This jar will never be dryin'
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| Forever put our tears within
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| Then we’ll take this jar around the world
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| Quenchin' every boy and girl
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| And when they drink our tears down
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| And when they drink our tears down»
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| Munly: «We'll, they’ll be left cryin'»
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| Slim: «Just like I planned from the start»
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| Munly: «So, Slim, you’re still lyin'!»
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| Slim: «No, you still don’t listen
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| Now put your hand on my heart
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| Why must you always put up a fight?
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| Go on, take a drink, live your life and cry…»
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| Munly: «Slim, I finally understand»
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| Slim: «So, you’ll agree to be part of this plan»
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| Munly: «Like them people before me you left in the ditch
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| Jon Killough, Bob Caleb…»
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| Slim: «…yes, there’s too many to list»
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| Both: «So people lift up your own mason jars and understand
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| We’re gonna leave you cryin'» |