Lyrics:
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
a Tennessee bottle
All I need is an Arkansas bride
All I can see is an Ozark mountain sunrise
And 500 miles to hide my life, life, life
To hide my life to hide
a bottle just about your dearest friend
Sleepin' alone can make you swear to God this night will never end
You know it's not company you are lookin' for
You
yeah, come on (gangsters)
You know how we do (pop a bottle for this)
Uh, uh (if you pimpin', pop a bottle for this)
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
And make me love you too
I can show you how to love me
And make me love you too
Back in black, back in rehab, ooh ooh, oh
Hold on to your souls
If you know
When I can't find words and wisdom in my life
And barriers abound
Should I feel blinded by the light
Knee deep up to my neck in heavy water
I
lights and country music
A table by the bandstand, a bottle filled with wine
Honky-tonks were made for men with women on their minds
Nothing else can
lights and country music
A table by the bandstand, a bottle filled with wine
Honky-tonks were made for men with women on their minds
Nothing else can
out
And there's nothing I can hold onto
Except this bottle
This empty bottle of you
Empty bottle of you
I should've known
Should've seen the signs
You
She said, 'I've been up all night and half-scared to death
I can smell the liquor on your breath
I paid for your rehab with my IRA
Boy, your
say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday
will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind
I want to come when you call
I'll get to you if I have to crawl
They can't hold me with
all I can say
I call in to work, 'cause all I do is frolic and play
I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day
Of Tylenol 3, and talk about
Can't seem to let it go
But too much to say
My mind is a running stream
Streching out by the side of a willow tree
I'll try another planet
The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
I must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in
I lay my head on the wheel
a well-established fact"
He said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac"
Oh yeah
What can you give a man who has everything?
Can you give him
say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday
They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said "no, no, no"
Yes, I've been black, but when I come back, you'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time
I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal
To a banjo or a nice guitar
But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil
With a broken broom handle by far
all I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Thought I'd be big star by today
But I've been sweepin' out a warehouse in West L.A.
But it's all right
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah, she loves me not
The fiends need me, I ain't around, they bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them
the glass
To ease my mind they give me blindness so I can see into the past
Sometimes I think they're killing me with kindness
My friend the bottle my
I Come Home Late At Night
With My Boots In My Hand
Stumble In The Back Door
Being Quite As I Can
And I Know She's There In Bed
Cold And All
by) (pass it by)
Buy Pirelli's
Miracle Elixir
Anything what's slick, sir
Soon sprouts curls
Try Pirelli's
When they see how thick, sir
You can
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