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My liver might hate me but my mama loves me true
My liver might hate me but my mama loves me true
A little extra scratch in the bank I bet you'd love me too
You'll grow old in a bar I heard some wise guy say
You'll grow old in a bar I heard some wise guy say
Seems a whole lot better than sitting around the house all day
You indulge too much you'll starve your soul
And that's no joke I know, I know
Sometimes my only friend's are Johnny, Jimmy and Jack
They might stab you in the guts but not in the back
Hangovers never bother me unless they're from red wine
Hangovers never bother me unless they're from red wine
My friends say I'm killing me, I say I'm just killing some time
Sometimes you're digging for treasure, sometimes you're digging a grave
Sometimes you're digging for treasure, sometimes you're digging a grave
When the shovel's laid down you know they both look the same
Never talk to strangers, never drink alone
One follows the other I know, I know
I like my water with some bourbon and ice
On Sunday I'll take a little Blood of Christ