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So, in between sets I went across the street to drink whiskey, eat peanuts, and stare at the cigarette machine.

I'm tired of drinkin' whiskey by
Gainesville
Pretty, radiant and warm
Drinkin' whiskey til hes had his fill
Inspired by a summer storm

[Chorus]
with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't
a greeting from a friend
Red is the color of farewell

Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his
low down, dirty ways
Well, now drinkin' whiskey an runnin' round
Little girl, that's all you crave

Well now, an I give you my money, baby
N' you left
eatin'
A different dive bar, drinkin' every other weekend
Like a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept two
My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
Three
drinkin' red wine
Don't call me when the party ends
You think you've got it made
But you're just a sad parade

Come back when it ain't raining
Come
the circle of branches spread out
Like countryside bohemians
Reeking of whiskey and wool
The knife cut from grey to red
A brotherhood of blood
Dripping down
bad
I love my misery
Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey

I'm drinkin' again
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in
So don't give me any shit, I
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Me and my best friend Lillian 
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin' on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
was watching

My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home,
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Back through my mind like smoke

She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke

I'm sitting by
Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess,
Well you're still the same old messy you
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by
or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive

When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin'
gymnasium's ready
Full of flowers and old Legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest
Just sniffle and stare

There's red, white and blue in the rafters
For now the kids are secular
But every road leads to a church
They grow them here
The virtuous
Mutinous by any means

Rebellious, reformed then
and no one’s watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue
So bring your faces
Home to my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me, what the hell you doin' smokin' on green
Gotta be drinkin
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned
redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just tattooed it
Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music

So, put your