| I was pourin' out my troubles
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| To a stranger in a bar
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| 'Bout the problems and the pressures
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| On a country music star
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| Half braggin', half complainin'
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| 'Bout the money and the fame
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| And just how lonely lot can be
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| When you’ve made yourself a name
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| I said, «Would you like a drink?»
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| He said, «Thanks, I’ll have a double
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| I worked up a powerful thirst
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| Just listenin' to all your troubles»
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| «And while he makes that drink
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| I’ll smoke one if you got it
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| It might be lonely at the top
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| But it’s a bitch at the bottom»
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| I left a hundred on the table
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| And didn’t wait around for change
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| With my load a little lighter
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| And my thinkin' rearranged
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| That stranger made me realize
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| How thankful I should be
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| And if I forget, I hope those words
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| He said come back to me
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| I said, «Would you like a drink?»
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| He said, «Thanks, I’ll have a double
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| I’ve worked up a powerful thirst
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| Just listenin' to all your troubles»
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| «And while he makes that drink
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| I’ll smoke one if you got it
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| It might be lonely at the top
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| But it’s a bitch at the bottom»
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| «It might be lonely at the top
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| But it’s a bitch at the bottom»" |