| Well I’m a go-to-bed-early, turn-the-alarm-clock-on
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| I’m a coffee-black-buzzing at the crack of dawn
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| I’m a walking-out-whistling-my-working-song
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| I’m a pick-it-up, pack-it-up, back-it-up, gone
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| Yeah I work a-work a-work a-like a dog all day
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| And then I take all I can take to get my take-home pay
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| I give it all I got until I give it away
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| But come Friday, high day, kiss-my-ass-goodbye day
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| A lotta don’t-give-a-shit in me
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| The clock’s about to hit 4:20
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| And I’ll be smoking in a red-hot minute
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| 40 hours in a jailhouse
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| I need a cold beer bailout
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| I ain’t got another shift in me
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| Well I’m a-calling up my buddies, get the 411
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| We some lowfalutin' pool-shooting son-of-a-guns
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| If there’s anything to get, we gonna get it, son
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| We’ll be drink it up, drink it up, drink it up, drunk
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| If we do it like we do it like we usually do
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| Man, I’ll be doin', you’ll be doin', we’ll be doin', too
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| Waking up? |
| Hell, we’ll be coming to
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| We’ll be walking out, talking 'bout, «What the hell did we do?»
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| A lotta don’t-give-a-shit in me
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| The clock’s about to hit 4:20
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| And I’ll be smoking in a red-hot minute
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| 40 hours in a jailhouse
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| I need a cold beer bailout
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| I ain’t got another shift in me
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| Well, it’s Mississippi hot and I’m Tennessee tired
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| And I keep lookin' at my watch and I keep countin' down the hours
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| And I’m thankful for this job and everything that I got
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| 'Bout 30 more minutes, this hammer’s gonna drop
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| A lotta don’t-give-a-shit in me
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| The clock’s about to hit 4:20, yeah
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| And I’ll be smoking in a red-hot minute
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| 40 hours in a jailhouse
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| I need a cold beer bailout
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| I ain’t got another shift in me
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| Don’t come and get me if you ain’t got plenty
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| I got a whole lotta quit in me
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| All right, here we go |