| We were all drinking at marge’s one
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| Night
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| When an old cowboy came through the
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| Door
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| He took a few shaky steps
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| Then he started to moan
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| And he keeled over right on the floor
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| Doc came on over, took his stethoscope
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| Out
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| He listened and he looked in his eyes
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| He said, «Boys stick around
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| I just might need your help
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| I’m afraid this will be a long night»
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| Cause there’s a five gallon tear, a five- gallon tear
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| Lodged in this poor boy’s heart
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| By the look in his eyes he ain’t cried in
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| Years
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| And he’s reatining a five gallon tear
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| Doc wrote a prescription to induce him
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| To cry
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| It was whiskey and sad country songs
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| We propped him up in a booth
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| And poured a drink down his throat
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| Then we turned that old wurlitzer on
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| Well he spluttered and he coughed
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| And he hung down his head
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| As those lonely songs worked on his
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| Heart
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| When the memories started coming six
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| Minutes apart
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| We laid him face-up on the bar
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| SECOND CHORUS
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| And then a five gallon tear, a five gallon
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| Tear
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| Slowly welled up in his eyes
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| We all yelled, «Push!» |
| and we all gave a
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| Cheer
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| When he cried that five gallon tear
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| BRIDGE
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| That jar by the door don’t hold pig feet
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| No more
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| The contents are sparkling clear
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| That liquid within is not moonshine or
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| Gin
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| It’s a reminder to everyone here
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| THIRD CHORUS
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| Yeah, it’s a five gallon tear, a five gallon
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| Tear
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| Let this be a lesson to you
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| Keep your sorrow inside for too many
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| Years
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| And you’ll cry that five gallon tear
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| Buddy you’ll cry
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| You’ll cry a five gallon tear
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| Reprise: REPEAT THIRD CHORUS
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| FADE |