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Woke up this morning, my head was so bad
The worst hangover that I ever had
What happened to me last night
That girl of mine, she loved me so right
She loved me so long and she loved me so hard
I finally passed out in her front yard
It wasn't wine that I had too much of
It was a double shot of my baby's love

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1 hour ago, Gray Beard said:

Woke up this morning, my head was so bad
The worst hangover that I ever had
What happened to me last night
That girl of mine, she loved me so right
She loved me so long and she loved me so hard
I finally passed out in her front yard
It wasn't wine that I had too much of
It was a double shot of my baby's love

 

And I've been sittin' here since 15 beers ago
15 beers ago and I still feel the same, why do I have to suffer this pain
It hurts just as much inside as if it's been a week or so
It takes a mighty patient man, to wait in line, and wring his hands
Oh when he hasn't been since 15 beers ago

27 minutes ago, Gray Beard said:

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

 

 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
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13 minutes ago, DaBillsFanSince1973 said:

Well, I'll tell you plainly baby
What I plan to do
'Cause I may be crazy baby
But I ain't no fool
Your daddy's rich, mama
You're overdue
But I ain't the one, baby
Been messing with you

 

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blowin' out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing

Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
You're crazy mama, ah yeah

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Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes

 

Mr. Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

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3 minutes ago, The Jokeman said:

Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness
Don't let it turn your heart to stone
Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

 

Snatching gold chains, vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because

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