| Whiskey, won’t you come and take my troubles
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| 'Cause I can’t seem to do it on my own.
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| In the morning there is hours and infinity
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| The starlit evening’s come to take me home.
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| I ain’t got a dime in my pocket
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| And I just stepped on my last cigarette
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| But there’s a bar downtown that’ll give me credit
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| A home away from home, away I went.
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| Tomorrow there’s a train to Carolina
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| Tomorrow that’s where I’m gonna go
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| Feel the warm sunshine on my shoulders
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| And live my days a free and easy soul.
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| My home is with the hills and trees around me
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| My ceiling holds the moon and stars above
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| So I’ll never be a lonely man a’walking
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| I’ll never live one day without love.
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| So whiskey, won’t you come and take my troubles
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| 'Cause I can’t seem to do it on my own.
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| In the morning there is hours and infinity
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| The starlit evening’s come to take me home
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| The starlit evening’s come to take me home. |