Belly Full Of Whiskey
by David Michael Jackson
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Had a belly full of whiskey
Had a head full of gin
I couldn't say where I was coming from
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Couldn't say where I'd been
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I tell you this for certain you can call me sublime
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Ain't no heaven in a bottle. It'll get you every time.
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Now you say your baby left you and there's hell for you to pay
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And your landlord he comes calling in the heat of the day
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And the night it goes a runnung like a hot rod Ford
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And your car it's a sittin' on I - Twenty Four
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Well I've had some hard times and you've had some too
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and we'll buckle up our seatbelts and quit smoking too.
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So pickup your guitar and your blue sweade shoes
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When the truckers (or towtruck?) are rolling down I twenty four
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We'll be picking We'll be grinning We'll be stomping the floor
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So turn up the volume and let's get in gear
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There's a party tonight and it's happening right here
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It's happening right here
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It's happening right here
Jake and Haystack
Copyright David Michael Jackson 2000
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