Tonight’s Janie’s pourin’ the Smirnoff
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Guess Billie’s got the nights off
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Yet rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
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And there’s a new owner, Joe what’s his face
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Last December, he bought this place
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His girlfriend Jessie, she sure is sexy
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But she can sure be a bitch
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And I don’t know why but I still buy drinks for two
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Make ‘er scrate for me, men would lie for her
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But that don’t put her back in this barstool
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And the beer’s still warm
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All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
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And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
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Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
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I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her
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That same damn skin her cover band
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Playin’ sweet home Alabama
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For the third time tonight (they still playin’ it too slow)
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We used to dance all night long
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She swore it was her favorite song
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But now I guess, Joe’s girl Jess is the star of the floor
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And the tourists backed this place out
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Ride around since
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I still be drinkin’ at this bar
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And I’ll be gone by then
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And the beer’s still warm
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All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
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And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
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Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
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I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her
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So close in on up, here’s the cash for my tab
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Don’t you worry ‘bout me, though I am callin’ a cab and I ain’t never comin’ back
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I know I said that last night
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I said that a thousand times
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But the beer’s still warm
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All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
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And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
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Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
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I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her
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I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her
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I ain’t seen you around
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In a long long time
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Why’s that, I can’t really recall
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No reason to rhyme
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Oh wait, yes I can
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She never called me back
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She must’ve gone find you another man to fall for your act
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No you’re so friendly
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When you see me
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Sittin’ up here at this bar
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A keg deep in drinks
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And you really wanna know if you can join me
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Hell no!
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No, you can’t sit here
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No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
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‘Cause you and all you done to me
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Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
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You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
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Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
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You can kiss my ass
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Maybe a little harsh
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Yes, I’ll admit it
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I took that one a little bit too far
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But I couldn’t resist
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I’m caught in your act
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Hung on your bullshit
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Now you wanna know if I’ll be your friend
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Oh girl, not one bit
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What’s that I see?
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Could that be a tear?
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Rollin’ down your cheek
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Alright baby, come on over here
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And you can join me for just one drink
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Oh wait, never mind
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No, you can’t sit here
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No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
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‘Cause you and all you done to me
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Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
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You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
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Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
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You can kiss my ass
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No, I ain’t got no problems with you
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No, the problem’s you
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When you ask me how I’ve been
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Honey ain’t it clear?
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You can’t sit here
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No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
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‘Cause you can all you done for me
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Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
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You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
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Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
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You go on and kiss my ass
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Yea, you
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You, kiss my ass
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Happy Hour (Worktape)
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| Chase Rice |
