| Got a five in my pocket
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| Wanna buy me some gin
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| A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm
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| Cause I’d rather be drunk and drive away from here
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| Than to be sober, so sober yea
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| No friends comin thru
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| I think I’ve lost them all
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| No man to take there place
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| So I decided to make this call, whoa ho That I’d rather be drunk on a cloud away from here
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| I don’t wanna be sober, no not sober yea
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| Broke and alone nowhere to go And loneliness is hurting me so Broke and alone, nowhere to go And loneliness and hurting so One stog left to light
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| I think I’ll smoke just a half
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| By the time I finish this drink
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| I’ll roll the last of the grass, yea hey
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| Cause I’d rather feel pumped
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| Than to drown in my tears
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| That’ll help me peel over, sleep the night over yea hey
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| Yeah, yeah, yea yea
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| Oh I could’ve swore oh Sober, sober, sober
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| And lonliness is killing me slow
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| Broke and alone, whoo boy, what ever
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| Did I drink too much
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| Cause the road is all lop-sided
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| I only drove a small way
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| I thought I swore not to take this ride, yea hey
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| Now my air’s being pumped
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| And I’m drenched in my tears Oh I don’t wanna peel over
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| Just wanna be sober yea, oooh
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| Why I had to go Killing me slow, slow
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| I wish I could have listened to my conscience
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| And not drunk a drip
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| I wouldn’t be here in so many pieces
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| I shouldn’t have drank a sip |