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Violent Femmes

Don't start me on the liquor
I'll drink it all down straight
I'll make a toast to love
But I drink the most

When I got somebody to hate
I'm an old man
I got an old man's pain
Will the morning

Will the morning ever come again
Well, I'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor
I'm drivin' down the drink
I'll take a toast to life

But I drink the most
When my devil start to think
I'm an old man
I got an old man's pain

Will the morning
Will the morning ever come again
Oh, I could drink, drink, drink
So I can't think, think, think

I got a hope or a home
In this life I'm all alone
On this long cold lonely night of fright
Followed by a lonely day

'Til there's nothing left I can say
Except I didn't know I was sick
And so I got sicker
He's a low down lying

Peckerwood cotton picker
Don't start me on the liquor
I got nothing more to say
I had a little money

But it all flown away
And I said oh man
Oh, ain't that a shame
Oh, I keep manin', I keep manin'

Like I got an old man's pain
Don't
Don't start
Don't start me

Don't start me on
Don't start me on the
Don't start me on the liquor.

Written by GANO, GORDON
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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