| I’m at my local Winn-Dixie
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| Feelin' kinda risky
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| 'Cause I forgot my surgical mask
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| And it seems the town is with me
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| 'Cause, man, the looks are shifty
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| I get from every person I pass (yup, sorry)
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| I’m just here to stock up on spirits
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| And get a few things for my home
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| So please can someone tell me
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| Why all the toilet paper’s gone?
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| There’s a time and a place
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| To hide your face
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| And I’ve got nothin' but time to waste, yeah
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| Yah, this ain’t no time to be sober
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| I’v had my fill of Zoom meetings
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| Emotional eatings
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| Since five o' clock arrivin' round noon (it's stone time)
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| And I swear this paranoia
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| Man, it can destroy ya
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| Every time I cough, I swear that I’m through
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| I’m like six feet from my sanity
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| Just tryin' to get back
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| And figure out why Carole Baskin
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| Fed her husband to that cat (oh, man)
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| There’s a time and a place
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| To hide your face
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| And I’ve got nothin' but time to waste, yeah
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| I used to crack a beer and throw on the CMT
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| But now I’m sippin' vodka with the CDC, and
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| There’s a time and a place
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| To hide your face
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| And I’ve got nothin' but time to waste, yeah
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| I do believe we should share cheer
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| But I’ll do mine from over here, and
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| This ain’t no time to be sober
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| I can’t wait till it’s over |