| well theres a long neck on my left and theres some long legs on my right
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| and i’m too far gone to know which way to fall
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| if i can’t put some words together, and get a couple cross my lips
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| well that blonde is gonna leave before last call
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| and theres a tiny little waylon that keeps singin' in my ear
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| tellin me there ain’t no point in lookin' back
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| i put that bottle to my lips, count to ten and close my eyes
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| one more friday night, i’m sittin' here committin', beer-i-cide
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| well there’s a biker in the corner, who thinks i stole his girl
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| and man i swear he’s itchin' for a fight
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| if this bar would just stop spinnin', like some gin soaked tilt a whirl
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| i’d show him who’s the big dog here tonight
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| theres a tiny little johnny tellin' me to walk the line
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| tiny waylons yellin' «hit him from behind»
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| i put that bottle to my lips before i follow him outside
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| and its got the whole bar bettin', im comittin, beer-i-cide
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| instrumental
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| well now i guess i should be leavin' cause theyre turnin' off the lights
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| and my eyes gone down enough, so i can see
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| i might stumble home a broken man, but there’s one ray of hope
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| that six pack waitin' in the fridge for me
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| now hank sr’s on my shoulder, singin «bless your cheatin heart»
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| meanwhile johnny’s tellin' waylon «told you so»
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| i take that bottle from my lips, to kiss my next ex-wife goodbye
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| i’ve used all the rope she’s given', im comittin', beer-i-cide
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| and i really will be sorry least until tomorrow night
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| when once more i’ll be here tomorrow sittin', still comittin' beer-i-cide |