| Too much wine, women, and song
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| That’ll make you moan the blues
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| But when your baby takes off
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| Well, what else can you do
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| Hey, you go out honky-tonkin'
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| Jukebox jumpin' all over town
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| Find you a barroom angel
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| And pour a little cold beer down
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| But, I’m broke down busted
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| And honky-tonked all to hell
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| I think my boogie boots and my drinkin' hat
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| Probably need to rest a spell
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| Hey, if I don’t stop and take a break
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| I’ll end up in a health club, ain’t' no way
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| But I’m broke down busted
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| Honky-tonked all to hell
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| Now my head kind of hurts and my stomach’s bad
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| But the worst hangover I ever had
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| That was the morning after you said we were through
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| And ever since that night I’ve been partying strong
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| But my warning light has finally come on
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| And I’m tired of sleeping every place except home
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| Yeah, I’m broke down busted
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| And honky-tonked all to hell
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| I think my boogie boots and my drinkin' hat
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| They could probably rest a spell
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| Hey, if I don’t stop and take a break
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| They’re gonna lay me down in an early grave
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| I’m broke down busted
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| I’m honky-tonked all to hell
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| Yeah, if I don’t stop and take a break
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| I’ll end up in a health club, there ain’t' no way
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| But I’m broke down burned out
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| Honky-tonked all to hell
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| Broke down burned out
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| Honky-tonked all to hell |