| Found a sawbuck on the ground, picked it up dear
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| Spent it wisely on a whiskey, maybe four (Maybe five!)
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| Now face down in the gutter, I knew I never cut her
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| Cops are breaking down my front door
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| Packed my bags to leave town in a hurry
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| Filled my suitcase with spirits and a scarf
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| I end up here with you, drinking in the saloon
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| Tie that scarf around my eyes for blind man’s bluff
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse
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| Everything I learned I got a scar for
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| Plus my father’s father’s brother’s neighbor’s wife
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| When I was just a youngin', I had low expectations
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| But my lucky knife would carve out much respect
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| Funny thing when life, it creeps up on ya
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| Crow’s feet that keep walking on your face
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| The mirror’ll never show it, ya never really know it
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| 'Til you’re on a slab with rigor in a grave
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse
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| Staring through the kitchen, dancing on the table
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| Skillets fallin' off the wall, confetti’s blowin' up the hall
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| Laughin' at the sunrise, moon will never take it
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| Our future is uncertain, so we fake it 'til we make it
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| Spirits getting drunk now, we’re punching in the dark now
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| Fevers growin' rotten, tonight will be forgotten
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| We’re running through the mazes and all we’ve got to say is
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| Better pour another drink 'cause you’ve got no time for thinking
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse
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| (Da da da, da da da…)
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| No, no, no, I tell you we won’t go
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| Let’s drink tonight and we become the curse
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| No, no, no, we’ve got no place to go
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| Down the hatch for better or for worse |