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juiced no more
I stop by a fence to visit with a friend of mine
I just dropped in for a minute
But I over stayed my time

Let me go home whiskey, let
juiced no more
I stop by a fence to visit with a friend of mine
I just dropped in for a minute
But I over stayed my time

Let me go home whiskey, let
the door
The wind whistled like a whistle in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my
up your case
Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey will never let you lose your place
No good whiskey will
You hold the world in the palm of your hand
I did not leave a stone unturned
For whiskey and women and money to burn

Whiskey and women and money
on everyone's street.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
I'll send you a jug in the morning.

It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of bad whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner
Fiddle, play for the whiskey
Good whiskey never lets you lose your place
No, good whiskey never lets you lose your place
on everyone's street.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
I'll send you a jug in the morning.

It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know
myself
I'm tired of drinkin' whiskey by myself
I wish you'd take that bottle
And put it right back on the shelf
Cause I'm tired of drinkin' whiskey by
to thank you Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey
out the chicken house
Drinking whiskey in the barn

Goodnight ladies
Sorry if I stayed too long
So long it's been good to know you
I love the way
it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though
on everyone's street.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
I'll send you a jug in the morning.
It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know there's
over
Please, mister, please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you're far
it's over 
Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean 
I don't ever wanna hear that song again 

If I had a dime for every time I held you 
Though
little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough

Baby got a '69 mustang
Four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I
welcome
For this small time city thug

One from the whiskey
One from the war
One by suicide
And another by the gun

Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
that’s sad but it’s true

So I sing my own songs
And I drink when I’m thirsty
And I will go on
Making music, and whiskey,
and love for as long
thought I might use you for my man awhile
But just don't let my husband catch you there
I say, just don't let my husband catch you there"

Well, I went
I had a headache when I woke up this morning
And a picture of you beside my head
And I drank 'till two
And I fell lying on the floor
The whiskey
that lonesome chill,
Cause when the wind is right,
You'll hear his song,
Smell whiskey in the air,
Midnight in Montgomery,
He's always singin'
girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough

baby got a '69 mustang
Four on the floor, and you oughtta
different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow