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I'm sitting in the corner With a whiskey and a smoke The barkeep pours another The waitress tells a joke The jukebox is on auto But still, people go and choose I just sit here with my whiskey Dropping ashes on my shoes Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Beer no longer cuts it It's just whiskey, hold the ice A maduro or cohiba Makes it go down rather nice The barkeep keeps his distance Knows I'll order when I'm dry But, I nurse each whiskey longer 'cause I've just no cash to buy Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die The jukebox plays some country It plays Cash, Nelson and Joe South It doesn't play the new stuff It leaves a bad taste in my mouth I sit here in the corner With my whiskey and my smoke Neither one has killed me But **** they've made me broke Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Another Day, Another Bottle
I'm sitting in the corner With a whiskey and a smoke The barkeep pours another The waitress tells a joke The jukebox is on auto But still, people go and choose I just sit here with my whiskey Dropping ashes on my shoes Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Beer no longer cuts it It's just whiskey, hold the ice A maduro or cohiba Makes it go down rather nice The barkeep keeps his distance Knows I'll order when I'm dry But, I nurse each whiskey longer 'cause I've just no cash to buy Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die The jukebox plays some country It plays Cash, Nelson and Joe South It doesn't play the new stuff It leaves a bad taste in my mouth I sit here in the corner With my whiskey and my smoke Neither one has killed me But **** they've made me broke Another Day, Another Bottle My life is dragging by Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die Another Day, Another Bottle I gave it my best try Another Day, Another Bottle I'm just waiting here to die
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
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