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The Stanfields I knew a fella back in 1998, wasn't real bright but he had a lot of nerve Drank like a fish and he had a special place in the bottom of the learning curve He had ten bills when he left his parents house, frothin' at the mouth and a'shootin from the hip He giv'er for a week and recovered for a day, counted change with a busted lip The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor He had enough left to buy some cream to settle all the itchin' where the sun don't shine He looked like a 50 pound sack of potatoes, all hungover in the food bank line The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor Doin' lines on the dash of mama's Silverado with a p___-stained, rolled up drinking fine The keys are in the truck, and the truck's the harbour, with a Colt 45 and daddy's moonshine The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor The Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk, Dirtiest Drunk in the History of Liquor
Writer(s): Mark Todd Murphy, Jonathan Landry, Jason Macisaac, William Jason Wright, Craig Eugene Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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