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Everybody's praying for the rains to come |
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And the snow is gonna fall, down on me |
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Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand |
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And the locust gonna come to find me. |
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Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon |
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And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune |
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We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf |
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I'd better bring it on up, i'd better bring it on up |
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Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car |
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With the sherriff and me, singing out of key |
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Sooner then than later, i was up behind bars |
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With that empty bowl laughing right at me |
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Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon |
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And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune |
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Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf |
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I'd better bring it on up, i'd better bring it on up |
