| Daylight, woah daylight
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| Daylight, is coming again
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| Whiskey, woah whiskey
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| Whiskey, my only friend
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| Got me a bottle, lookin' out at my El Dorado
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| Smokin' a barro, whip up an egg and avocado
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| I’m on the porch like a slummy Ralph Lauren model
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| Flannel shirt like a lumberjack choppin' a log-o
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| Pistol next to the ashtray, no bow and arrow
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| Got blah blah though, knock the beef outcha top nacho
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| I’m livin' life like there is a tomorrow
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| I’m slow motion, I’m slow cookin'
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| The crock pot holds potatoes
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| I smell the storm comin', I like watching a sorrow
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| I like watching that muddy water fillin' up the potholes
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| I like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songs
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| So I can think long; |
| an aficionado
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| Raindrops on the string hit: a pizzicato
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| I’m free-fallin', the airplane pilot’s on idle
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| Freezer lookin' like I hit the lotto
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| And I got beer colder than a Colorado hollow
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| Do you follow?
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| And just like the howlin' wolf
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| A couple sips down and it’s nothin' but blues
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| Alcohol and rain, now that’s what grown men do
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| You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof
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| Cause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
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| I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Call me what you want but don’t call past two
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| Unless you got some liquor to contribute
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| When the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
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| I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Call me what you want but don’t call past two
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| Unless you got some liquor to contribute
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Drinkin' 'til I’m heavily faded
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| All the sudden the suds I’m sippin' got me feelin' edumacated
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| I complicate the uncomplicated
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| My drinkin' partners are the greatest
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| Me and my buddy, Jack Davis
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| Daniels, whatever, we Jimmy Beamin', if we get lucky, maybe
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| We get a visit from the baby King 13 and go fuckin' crazy
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| Ten racks for a crystal chandelier full of liquid swazy
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| Now Patsy Cline got me walkin' after midnight
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| I’m tippin' the neck, gotta make sure to keep the lid tight
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| Was sittin' up with attention and now I just sit like
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| Slump down in my chair like a pimp, pondering this life
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| I’m the great grandson of Otis Williams
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| Part of me’s Cherokee, the other part is a pilgrim
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| So me and firewater’s like splittin' me up the middle
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| One’s tryin' to love him, the other one’s tryin' to kill a man
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| And just like the howlin' wolf
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| A couple sips down and it’s nothin' but blues
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| Alcohol and rain, now that’s what grown men do
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| You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof
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| Cause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
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| I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Call me what you want but don’t call past two
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| Unless you got some liquor to contribute
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| When the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
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| I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Call me what you want but don’t call past two
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| Unless you got some liquor to contribute
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| To get down, to get down I get loaded down
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| To get down I get loaded
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| Daylight, woah daylight
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| Daylight, is coming again
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| Whiskey, woah whiskey
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| Whiskey, my only friend |