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I got a pack of cigars, 'cause I'm a heavy country smoker
The front-seat comb, I tease it up a little
Take a drag, keep the powder white
And I pray that I can keep a man 'fore they all get sober
I got blood on my hands from 23 frien's
Ain't stoppin' me either
Traded a two for a four, six-shooter, not a show
And I pray that they find me dead before they bury my brother
'Cause a slow death, a slow death is worse than
A slow romantic endeavor
Come home with me, now that you're getting older
While you still want me sober
I'll have some sage with my Hershey's and curl up
With a cashmere blanket, for once
It's good to be home
I've been gone for too long
Now, you can cough on my shoulder
'Cause a slow death, a slow death is worse than
A slow romantic endeavor
Come home with me, now that you're getting older
While you still want me sober
While you still want me sober
While you still want me sober
It's better than you could imagine
Now that you're getting older
It's better than you could imagine
Now that you're getting older