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My right hand holds a cold corona bottle |
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My left hand holds a half a fifth of |
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Gin My right arm reaches out for her love only |
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But my left still embraces a life of sin |
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We had ourselves the sweetest little family |
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We laughed and sang and had a lot of fun |
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But I drowned it in a sea of stinkin' whiskey |
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And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun |
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My right hand holds a vile of trainqualizers |
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My left hand holds a loaded .38 |
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I've got a young girl who's anticipating romance |
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But it's looking like she will have to wait |
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We had ourselves the sweetest little family |
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We laughed and sang and had a lot of fun |
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But I drowned it in a sea of stinkin' whiskey |
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And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun |
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And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun |
