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Hugh Phillips
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Hugh Phillips
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Songtexte
In the morning when I wake up I hit the bottle slow
It takes a time or two to just to get the burning to go
I love her to pieces just like a womans scorn
Come noon today you find me face down in the corn
It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow
The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow
And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train
It's that good old drinking feeling again
Well I don't like smokey bars they make me sick as hell
At the end of a night of drinking I sure don't like my smell
But sipping on my front porch picking on a favorite tune
It's the bottle that runs empty just like a politician's tune
It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow
The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow
And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train
It's that good old drinking feeling again
Now this bottle it'll prolly kill me it's the truth that I sow
I'm gonna have to save some for the day I go
It doesn't have to end this way my life's worth more than that
Than all the love I can give her knowing that she'll kill me flat
It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow
The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow
And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train
It's that good old drinking feeling again
And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train
It's that good old drinking feeling again
Writer(s): Hugh Phillips
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