How bout that
I busted again
Seems like the dealer is able
To pull those aces
Almost every hand
And I know a couple hours ago
I should have cashed in
I could always take a walk
Back to the ATM
Maybe another day
I think I'll wait till another day
How bout that
I'm wasted again
And every time I try to stand up
The room goes into a wicked spin
I know I've gotta quit drinking
Cause all this hard liquor is bad
It's hard on my marriage
Hard on my health
And it's damn sure
Hard on my head
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How bout that
She's crying again
Wants to know how much I've gambled away
And what time I stumbled in
I've been thinking bout packing up and leaving
I'm tired of all of her questions
I'd leave behind those emerald eyes
And hair that smells like heaven
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