| There’s a note on the table
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| Said I’m not coming back
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| Until your sorry ass is gone
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| I’m tired of the cheating and running around
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| I never saw the wrong in anything you’ve done
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
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| There’s got to be a bottle in the back
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
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| Got to get this devil off my back
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| Well I stumble my way into my local bar
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| Where I saw the devil in my glass
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| The bartender told me it was time to go
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| I told him that he could lick my sack
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
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| There’s gotta be a way to get her back
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
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| Got to get this devil off my back
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| Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find Whiskey
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| Not leaving that’s a fact
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| Small batch sour mash
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| Red nose, red face, going to wreck the whole place
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| Looking through the bare glass
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| Bald head chapped ass gone
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| It’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Lord it’s a hard thing to overcome to wake up and find
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| The whiskey’s gone
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t' leaving
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| There’s got to be a bottle in the back
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| Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t' leaving
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| Got to get this devil off my back |