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It was getting close to
closin' time
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At the Silver Star Saloon
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When the barman drawled to
one and all
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“This is last call until
noon”
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So I laid a wrinkled sawbuck
down
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As I said “Barkeep come
here
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You can serve me up my
nightcap now
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Pour a shooter and a beer”
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A
shooter and a beer
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A
shooter and a beer
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Five woeful words that ruined my life
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A
shooter and a beer
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I got pinned behind my
steerin' wheel
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When I shoulda been in bed
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Yes I pressed my luck then
wrecked my truck
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And a young buck wound up
dead
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Lord I’d take it back so it
wasn’t so
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But the past won’t be undone
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I just pray such shame you’ll
never know
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’Cause it sure as hell ain’t
fun
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A
shooter and a beer
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A
shooter and a beer
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Five woeful words that ruined my life
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A
shooter and a beer
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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I sought my glory swillin'
booze… thought I might be the best
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But since my story hit the
news my life’s a flippin' mess
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So take this heartfelt tip my
friend… when next you hear “Last Call!”
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Just pay your tab then
grab a
cab… don’t drink and drive at all
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A
shooter and a beer
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A
shooter and a beer
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Five woeful words that ruined my life
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A
shooter and a beer
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A
shooter and a beer
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A
shooter and a beer
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Five woeful words that ruined my life
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A
shooter and a beer
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