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Rotgut whiskey's gonna ease my mind Beach towel rests on the dryin' line Do I remind you of your daddy in his '88 Ford? Labrador hangin' out
on rotgut Her time is up, I need another victim I kill, I kill myself, keg killer, I need another victim Slam the glass, draft foam, fill her to the top Self
Suicide notes ain't love letters Suicide notes ain't love letters Rotgut whiskey, cheap cocaine Gon' make you miss me, Kurt Cobain Gon' spend
You're so drowsy Not enough sleep Hot brown bean juice Melts your tongue loose Burning coffee Scalding tea Pucker your butt Here comes rotgut It
the breeze This sure ain't my Destiny Lord oh lord Well I can't see The rotgut's got me By the teeth Cause I've been Wasted and stoned Can't tell if I'm Dead
The doctor just shook his head, "Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead." He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead.
Abilene, my Abilene. Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain If I stay here I'll go insane. Think I need a change of scene To Abilene, my Abilene. Outside my
rot-gut alcohol But it's better I guess that starvin' to death And bad breath is better than no breath at all I've been a-puffin' on this and a-suckin'
A boy gets crazy when he's sittin' at the bar Don't you mess with Jake don't you push him too far Rotgut whiskey and homemade wine Make a good
can learn to live alone, yeah. Thinking about my cousin, What it was that did him in. Could it have been that whiskey, Rotgut, bootleg, bathtub
Abilene, my Abilene. Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain If I stay here I'll go insane. Think I need a change of scene To Abilene, my Abilene. Outside my
Abilene, my Abilene Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain If I stay here I'll go insane Think I need a change of scene To Abilene, my Abilene Outside my
scrape Sideshows, donuts, figure eights I'm out the sunroof, gone off that rotgut Straight scrape, that's the sound when the shocks touch White walls with
Abilene, my Abilene. Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain If I stay here I'll go insane. Think I need a change of scene To Abilene, my Abilene. Outside my
up laying on a coolin' board But I got buddies up White House Road And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my
I stood behind that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine Now I'm up here on the stage Everybody knows my name
I stood behind that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine Now I'm up here on the stage Everybody knows my name
the bottom, put the ace in the hole One hand on the jug but you never do know Son come running You better come quick This rotgut moonshine is making me
of that rot-gut booze Yeah I ain't Pat Boone But I sure just as soon Have me a pair A'his white buck dancin shoes We go dancin into the darkness With
The race is almost run Pearly where's your milk white skin What's that stubble on your chin It's buried in the rot-gut gin You played and lost not won You
Just about a mile from where The motorways all merge You can view the national edifice A monumental splurge It's the lonesome traveler's rotgut
they give you rot-gut whiskey Stewed from the water of graves That burst their sides when Gabriel blowed his horn And couldn't find a soul to save Don't
Send the old folks to the pound Shit stained genitalia chocolaty brown Maggot feasting granny’s muff Rotgut, skank shit, crusty slough Dry rotted
rotgut whiskey off the bottom shelf I can't afford the crown Yeah I know I could do a little better for myself I know the road I'm on right now is leading
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