There’s a note on the table
Said I ain’t coming back until your sorry ass is gone
I’m tired of the cheating and running around
I never saw the wrong in anything you’ve done
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Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
Got to be a bottle in the back
Whiskey’s gone but I ain’t leaving
Got to get this devil off my…
Well, I stumble my way into my local bar
Where I saw the devil in my glass
The bartender told me it was time to go
I told him that he could lick my sack
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Spoken: I can drive, I can drive…oh shit!
Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find whiskey
Not leaving that’s a fact
Small batch, sour mash
Red nose, red face,
gonna wreck the whole place
Looking through the bare glass
Bald head, chapped ass
It’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Lord, it’s a hard thing to overcome,
wake up and find the whiskey’s gone
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