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Justin Moore
Justin Moore
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Justin Moore
Justin Moore
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Becca Walls
Becca Walls
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She's probably stayin' at her mama's spillin' all the drama now Wine drinkin' off the hurtin', twistin' all my words around This ain't my first rodeo Hold on, here we go Before I slam the door I said, "Go to hell" Call my buddies up Now they're watchin' me drink by myself 'til they cut me off Or 'til the doors are locked Same old back again, are on a bender Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me 'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks We've done more breakin' up again and makin' up again to count Every single double ain't the only trouble goin' down This drink and her love Why don't I like the hard stuff? Before I slam the door I said, "Go to hell" Call my buddies up Now they're watchin' me drink by myself 'Til they cut me off Or 'til the doors are locked Same old back again on a bender Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me 'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks This drink and her love Why do I like the hard stuff? Before I slam the door I said, "Go to hell" Call my buddies up Now they're watchin' me drink by myself 'Til they cut me off Or 'til the doors are locked Same old back again on a bender Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me 'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks Ain't the only thing on the rocks
Writer(s): Justin C. Moore, Richard Chase Mcgill, Jeremy Stover, Paul Charles Digiovanni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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