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[ country-rock ] I drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle From the goodtime wishin’ well I pulled up an empty pail Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle My life was shipwrecked ‘fore I got a chance to sail She weren’t no deacon’s daughter, I weren’t no preacher’s son ae loved each other up ‘till the wed lock came undone She somehow turned my every loss into her total gain I was comfortable an' warm, now I’m sleepin’ in the rain She got the custom home an’ swimmin’ pool out back The family SUV and my weekend Cadillac She kept the kids an’ worse, kept my only friend the dog Stiffed me with the bills while she lives high on the hog Yeah, I drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle From the goodtime wishin’ well I pulled up an empty pail Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle My life was shipwrecked ‘fore I got a chance to sail I saw her yesterday arm ‘n arm with her new squeeze He’s kind’a bald on top, a little short between the knees But when she’s through with him that’ll be the least of his sorrow Probably join me under this bridge come sundown tomorrow An’ we’ll sing, we drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle From the goodtime wishin’ well we pulled up an empty pail Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle Our life was shipwrecked ‘fore we got a chance to sail If we run the race too fast the best laid plans of mice and men Can come back around the bend an' bite us on the wrong end An’ we’ll sing, we drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle From the goodtime wishin’ well we pulled up an empty pail Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle Our life was shipwrecked ‘fore we got a chance to sail Yeah, she took tequila’s sunshine, left the worm an’ the bottle And now I’m up road apple creek without a pot to pottle
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