| Oh, dearly beloved
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| We are gathered up in here today
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| To join in holy monogamony
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| This dear feller
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| And this ol' gal he brought with him
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| The weddin' chapel couldn’t get more packed
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| The lovebirds were dressed in white and black
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| The preacher turned to the groom and asked
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| Him to slip the ring on her left hand
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| He turned to his best man
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| And said, «Hold my beer»
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| «This won’t take long»
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| «And I want it back»
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| «And I don’t want it gone»
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| «I trust you, buddy»
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| «Here, hold my beer»
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| I now pronounce you
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| Y’all
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| They cut the cake and they poured champagne
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| They mock-paraded and formed a train
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| They crashed right into the groom’s old flame
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| As she came crashin' in
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| The new bride was kinda green
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| And said, «Hold my beer»
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| «This won’t take long»
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| «And I want it back»
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| «And I don’t want it gone»
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| «I trust you, honey»
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| «Here, hold my beer»
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| When the catfight broke up, the band broke in
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| Did some hagglin' and hankerin' some cash
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| When somebody’s cousin that nobody knew
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| Yelled, «What's with this hill-billy crap?»
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| You could’ve heard a pin drop
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| And then, «Hold my beer»
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| «This won’t take long»
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| «And I want it back»
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| «And I don’t want it gone»
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| «Somebody, hold my beer»
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| «This won’t take long»
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| «And I want it back»
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| «And I don’t want it gone»
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| «I trust you, buddy»
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| «Here, hold my beer»
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| Ya, no, no, just hold it, no
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| I wouldn’t give it and then tell I didn’t like it
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| Oh, it’s gone now
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| Never ask the preacher to hold your beer |