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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDead At The Honky Tonk
Knee-deep in the Bulleit, one foot in the dirtYeah, his bloodshot eyes are emptyas a Monday mornin' churchOn a stool in the corner, where he's been all weekOnly way I know he's breathin' is he just took a drinkAnd he keeps headin' toward the neon lightThere's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wallThey found him with his handwrapped 'round a whiskey poured too strongThere ain't no murder weaponjust a note that says she's goneAnd if they put it in the paperthen it wouldn't say much at allOne man dead at the honky tonkWe all saw it comin' from a mile awayAnd we knew that her goodbye would put him in the graveAnd no, she won't go to prison, but he's doin' lifeShe tied him to the bar and let that firewater riseHer leavin' sent him to the other sideThere's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wallThey found him with his handwrapped 'round a whiskey poured too strongThere ain't no murder weaponjust a note that says she's goneAnd if they put it in the paperthen it wouldn't say much at allOne man dead at the honky tonkHe's leanin' on that bottle, and it's cuttin' like a knifeAnd he keeps headin' toward the neon lightThere's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wallAnd they found him in there drownin' in a whiskey waterfallThere ain't no murder weaponjust a note that says she's goneAnd if they put it in the paperthen it wouldn't say much at allOne man dead at the honky tonkOne man dead at the honky tonkOne man dead at the honky tonkOne man dead at the honky tonk
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