| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I’m a hangin' loose and you’re wound up tight
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| I’m ready to fuck and you wantin' to fight
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| Come quittin' time on a Friday afternoon
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| I got my dollar in the box, crank out a whiskey drinkin' tune
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| I’m having a life and telling some good lies
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| Twist one up, burn it down
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| Till we’re all runnin' counter clockwise
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| A friend in need is a friend indeed
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| You gotta finish what you started
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| That’s two things that I know
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| So I had to do my part to find the bottom
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| of that bottle mama don’t you know
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| Or I woulda been home hours ago
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I’m a hangin' loose and you’re wound up tight
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| I’m ready to fuck and you wantin' to fight
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I finally found my slice of life
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| Took me down a road that I once travelled
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| Left me standin' down at the crossroads
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| One short road home, the other it all comes unravelled
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| Now I’m standing back at your front door
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| Mother, open it up and let me come inside
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| Want to ask me a thousand goddamn questions
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| When I ain’t got a goddamn thing to hide
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I’m a hangin' loose and you’re wound up tight
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| I’m ready to fuck and you wantin' to fight
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| Now I’m standing back at your front door
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| Mama, open it up and let me come inside
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| Now don’t start it off with all of your questions, no
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| Because I ain’t got a goddamn thing to hide
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I’m a hangin' loose and you’re wound up tight
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| I’m ready to fuck and you wantin' to fight
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| Don’t mean you’re right, hell no
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| I’m a hangin' loose and you’re wound up tight
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| I’m ready to fuck and you wantin' to fight
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| Just because I’m drunk don’t mean you’re right
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| Oh, hell no. |
| I’m always right |