Well I lost my job and my dog ran off
And my truck's broke down in the yard
My girlfriend's got her own girlfriend
I caught 'em makin' out at the barn
And my single wide's got a double wide leak
Yeah it's been a hell of a week
I think I'll pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
Well the crops went dry and the fish won't bite
Been a minute since I caught me a break
I'm overdrawn and I can't get a load
Need some J-A money in the ba-a-ank
I think I'll pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
I'm talkin' Cooter Brown
I'm talkin' three sheets
Talkin' can't walk, talkin' can't speak
I be struggle bus strugglin', Gatorade chuggin'
BCs by the bed for my poundin' head
'Til then I'm gonna pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
Hell, I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
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