| Well, I’ve been in some bars
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| Where they serve it in big silver goblets and pewter and brass
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| And I’ve been in some joints
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| Where they serve it in paper cups and maybe an old water glass
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| But it’s always the same in the old drinking game
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| When you drink and you try to forget
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| One woman who loved you and another who didn’t
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| And I ain’t seen one winner yet
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| What have you got to lose
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| Try women and booze and the cigarette blues
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| What have you got to lose
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| Well, I’ve been in some towns with some high rollin heavies
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| And I know some unknown new stars
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| The big equalizer is a good drink of liquor
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| When they all belly up to the bar
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| Some cry for fame, some cry for money
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| And some people reach for the stars
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| But when a honky tonk heart starts crying for a honky tonk
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| You can’t get a word in edgewise
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| Now an old country boy just can’t sit on the porch
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| And watch while the world passed by
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| No, he’s got to be part of some social endeavour
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| So he gets him a jug and he tries
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| He’ll play that old jukebox and chase them old hides
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| About daylight come to in his room
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| When that sun’s coming up, he’s about halfway to hell
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| And about half way back home around noon |