| That whiskey burns going down
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| Old man pour me another round
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| 'Cause it’s my last night in town
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| And I ain’t thinking of slowing down
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| No, I am fixing, I’m fixing to drown
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| Till I see the sun or I can’t see
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| 'Cause I got the blues and the blues got me
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| I’m gonna make my momma proud
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| Her boy on the front lines
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| And just like my daddy’s done
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| I ain’t afraid to die
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| I ain’t afraid to die
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| I ain’t no fortunate one
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| But I’m proud of what I’ve done
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| Hardships, I’ve seen some
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| I ain’t a coward, I don’t turn and run
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| I don’t turn and run
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| So I stumble home, pack up my old memories
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| Pictures of ma, my daddy’s flask she gave me
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| Keep it near your heart, she would always say
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| It’s all he left, and so that’s where it’ll stay
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| Her leatherbound, book of psalms and prayers
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| She would always read with patience and care
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| A short walk to the cemetery to pay respects before I leave
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| 1901 to 1943
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| I run my fingers through her name and the effigy
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| The sun is up, it’s all I see
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| 'Cause I got the blues and they still got me
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| Yeah, they still got me
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| I’m gonna make my momma proud
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| Her hopeful new recruit
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| And just like my daddy done
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| I’m gonna bleed red, white, and blue
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| I’m gonna bleed red, white, and blue
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| I’m gonna bleed red, white, and blue
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| I’m gonna bleed red, white, and blue
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| I’m gonna bleed red, white, and blue |