| Old Jimmy he liked whiskey, for whippin' the old TB
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| Hank Williams lived by the bottle, right to the end by gee!
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| I too might die from alcohol but I won’t be the first,
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| County Music singers are just born with an endless thirst.
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| There’s one more name I’ll mention, his name is Mr Hall
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| He loves his beer and bourbon, oh I’d say he’s tried em all
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| And some I’m afraid have gone onto the other stuff that’s worse
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| I’ll do no harm if I bend my arm to ease my endless thirst
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| So many of our brothers, in early life did lose,
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| We’re either way up in the clouds or down deep in the blues,
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| It’s a way life we’re born to, so for better or for worse
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| Country music singers are just born with an endless thirst,
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| When I left my home away up north many long years ago
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| Our songs were played at 4 am and country radio
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| Oh they called us hicks and hillbillies and sometimes even worse
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| Twas enough to drive a man to drink, excuse my endless thirst
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| So from cowboy songs to country songs it’s been a long hard grind
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| We were looked upon with such disdain back in the good old times
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| And as old G. P and few like me couldn’t give tinkers curse
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| We’ve done it all our way anyway, lived with our endless thirst
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| So many of our brothers, in early life did lose,
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| We’re either way up in the clouds or down deep in the blues,
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| It’s a way life we’re born to, so for better or for worse
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| Country music singers are just born with an endless thirst,
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| Those smart bandwagon hoppers wouldn’t spit on the country scene
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| When we were in the doldrums, now they’re bursting at the seams.
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| Oh they prance around like peacocks in city clubs and halls,
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| But fancy boots and hats don’t make a fine star after all
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| So I’ll just stick to my old bush songs, the ones that I enjoy,
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| Oh you’ll understand my stories I’m not makin' too much noise
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| And if I should die from alcohol then I won’t be the first,
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| 'Cos country music singers are born with an endless thirst
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| So many of our brothers, in early life did lose,
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| We’re either way up in the clouds or down deep in the blues,
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| It’s a way life we’re born to, so for better or for worse
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| Country music singers are just born with an endless thirst, hey
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| Country music singers are just born with an endless thirst,
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| Born with an endless thirst, hey |