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As she packed her bags, said she might come back If I ever straighten up I've been sober as a judge now, every night for a month But when I saw her wrapped up with some ol' boy in a truck I can't afford I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more This six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son Play an old drinking song Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more I didn't pop a top or touch a single drop I went to church every week I cleaned up the house, I cleaned up my act Thinking she'd come back to me Now, I reckon I can go back to stumbling in And waking up on the floor I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more Well, this six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son Play an old drinking song Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more Yeah, pour me up a tall one now, son Make it real strong Woo-hoo, hee-yah I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' So I'm sittin' here sippin' instead of sittin' home, hurtin' This six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son Play an old drinking song Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more Yeah, I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
Writer(s): Rhett Akins, William L. Bundy, Larry Fleet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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