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It ain't my fault that Lynchburg, Tennessee, makes it taste like that
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It goes down smooth and damn it, I want more
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And if what Mendocino grows didn't take me higher than the rockies
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I wouldn't be lightin' up and knocking on the devil's door
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Wasn't supposed to chew Red Man, wasn't supposed to drink
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Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
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And sing these songs I sing
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Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
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Lord knows I'm to blame
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So, I'm sorry momma, for the hell you raised
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Wasn't supposed to bring her home 'til I brought her home and got down on one knee
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Oh, but here we are waiting on a cab at half past three on the side of the street
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I've lied, I've cheated, I've cussed at Jesus
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Every prayer she prays I needed
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I hope he knows she damn sure tried
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'Cause I know that I
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Wasn't supposed to chew Red Man, wasn't supposed to drink
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Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
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And sing these songs I sing
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Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
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Lord knows I'm to blame
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So, I'm sorry momma, for the hell you raised
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You never miss a Sunday service
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I never miss a Saturday night
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Wasn't supposed to chew Red Man, wasn't supposed to drink
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Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
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And sing these songs I sing
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Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
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Lord knows I'm to blame
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So, I'm sorry momma, for the hell you raised
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Yeah I'm sorry, Momma, for the hell you raised
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