| No man ever sounded so lonesome
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| No man ever made you feel such pain
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| Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
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| That made you sing that way.
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| The stories you told about prison
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| About a young man gone astray
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| Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
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| That made you write the songs that way.
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| Chorus:
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| A real mean bottle
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| Poured straight from the devil
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| It’s a miracle you’re standin' here today
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| A real mean bottle
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| Made you such a rebel
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| It must have been a real mean bottle
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| Made you sing that way.
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| You spent most all your life with strangers
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| With a ramblin' fever in your veins
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| Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle
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| That made you play the blues that way.
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| Chorus:
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| A real mean bottle
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| Poured straight from the devil
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| It’s a miracle you’re standin' here today
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| A real mean bottle
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| Made you such a rebel
|
| It must have been a real mean bottle
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| Made you sing that way.
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| A real mean bottle
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| Poured straight from the devil
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| It must have been a real mean bottle
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| Made you sing that way… |