| Don’t start me on the liquor
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| I’ll drink it all down straight
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| I’ll make a toast to love
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| But I drink the most
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| When I got somebody to hate
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| CHORUS
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| I’m an old man
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| I got an old man’s pain
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| Will the morning
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| Will the morning ever come again
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| Well, I’m likin' lickin' a lotta liquor
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| I’m drinkin' down the drink
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| I’ll take a toast to life
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| But I drink the most
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| When my devil start to thing
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| CHORUS
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| Oh, I could drink, drink, drink
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| So I can’t think, think, think
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| I got a hope or a home
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| In this life I’m all alone
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| On this long cold lonely night of fright
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| Followed by a lonely day
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| 'Til there’s nothing left I can say
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| Except I didn’t know I was sick
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| And so I got sicker
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| He’s a low down lying
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| Peckerwood cotton picker
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| Don’t start me on the liquor
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| I got nothing more to say
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| I had a little money
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| But it all flown away
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| And I said oh man
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| Oh, ain’t that a shame
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| Oh, I keep moanin', I keep moanin'
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| Like I got an old man’s pain |