All alone with my bottle of whisky
Feeling the wheeling round in my head
Got to drink this bottle of whisky
I lost two bucks
On Annabelle Red
The lights are still burning
It's a quarter to two
A sack of bull durham I've been through
Well I feel so mean I can't go to bed
My last two bucks
On Annabelle Red
Should have known that a Sorrel from Bad Rock
Couldn't win with that filly from Butte
They was neck and neck and close to the finish
But Annabelle Red
Lost by a head
Oh, dear
Oh, goodness
Oh, goodness gracious
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Well I'm smoking the last shot of this bottle of whiskey
And I'm drinking the butt of my last cigarette
The light are turned down and I'm going to bed
There to forget
Annabelle Red
Ya! I'm sawing wood
Counting sheep
For Annabelle Red
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