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Killin' the Bottle

I went to my old lady She told me she had the blues That and bottle of whiskey We’re going to blow our fuse So then we spent the day Drinking away the blues Killing that bottle of whiskey Howling , crying the noose We’re gonna get high My lady and I When the bottle got empty We wanted more of the blues Things started to get heavy We needed more of the booze We’re gonna get high My lady and I Tell me baby are we loosing control Do you feel dirty or you want some more? Tell me baby , do you need one more go Do you want us to be bad to the core So then we got hot and sweaty And so she gave me the blues We got rid of the whiskey And got to blow one more fuse!