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ROTGUT
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ROTGUT was discovered most frequently at around 3 minutes and 10 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

Sunday mornin'
Eyes bloodshot red
Barely heard what
The reverend said
Oh, last night I
Made my rounds
I raised hell
Throughout my town
Tres tres
Tres tres
Moon shine down
On the valley low
Rotgut whiskey
Had my ass out
On the floor
Backwood spliff
Smoke all over the place
I got Saturday night
Written on my face
Rotgut whiskey
Be my lover
Come distill your
Southern comfort
Hellfire Lightning
Bayou baby
Top shelf spitfire
That drives you crazy
Tres tres
Tres tres
Tres tres
Under the moonlight
It hit
Under that stage light
You get
Real beside yourself, yeah
Lemme cop a feel, yeah
That ole cicada hiss
We can go all night with this
Baby, it’s best it’s best
You don’t rile me up
Kuz, you know just how I get
Smith went and
Made my burner
Lord Wesson wanna
Push me further
I heard of
A Holiday where the
Poplar trees know murder
Rotgut whiskey
Be my lover
Come distill your
Southern comfort
Hellfire Lightning
Bayou baby
Top shelf spit fire
That drives you crazy
Rotgut whiskey
Be my lover
Come distill your
Southern comfort
Hellfire Lightning
Bayou baby
Top shelf spit fire
That drives you crazy
Tres tres
Tres tres
(Walk)
With me on the
Floor tonight
(Walk)
With me, I’ll bring
You to life
(Talk)
That old crow
Sour mash lie
(Talk)
To me, I’m your
Cigar to light
(Walk with me)
(Talk with me)
(Walk with me)
(Oh Mary don’t you weep)
(Walk with me)
(Talk with me)
(Walk with me)
(Oh Mary don’t you weep)
Written by: Dwayne Durham, Jeremiah Green, Mitchell Cohen
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