| warm beer and cold women, I just don’t fit in every joint I stumbled into tonight
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| that’s just how it’s been
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| all these double knit strangers with
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| gin and vermouth and recycled stories
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| in the naugahyde booths
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| with the platinum blondes
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| and tobacco brunettes
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| I’ll be drinkin’to forget you
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| lite another cigarette
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| and the band’s playin’something
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| by Tammy Wynette
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| and the drinks are on me tonight
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| all my conversations I’ll just be talkin’about you baby
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| borin’some sailor as I try to get through
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| I just want him to listen
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| that’s all you have to do he said I’m better off without you
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| till I showed him my tattoo
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| now the moon’s rising
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| ain’t got no time to lose
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| time to get down to drinking
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| tell the band to play the blues
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| drink’s are on me, I’ll buy another round
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| at the last ditch attempt saloon
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| warm beer and cold women, I just don’t fit in every joint I stumbled into tonight
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| that’s just how it’s been
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| all these double knit strangers with
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| gin and vermouth and recycled stories
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| in the naugahyde booths
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| with the platinum blondes
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| and tobacco brunettes
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| I’ll be drinking to forget you
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| lite another cigarette
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| and the band’s playing somethin'
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| by Johnnie Barnett
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| and the drinks are on me tonight |