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Song Lyrics
She left me standin' on a porch down in georgia
Had me beggin', yellin', 'baby, don't leave!'
She had her middle finger wavin' out the window
Like she didn't give a damn about me.
I'd-a been better off
But she took the dog
And left me with nothin' to do
But head down to the bar
And get a head start
On healin' these heartbreak blues.
I need a long-neck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kick-start my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on, I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame.
Hey, right around last call
They'll hang my picture on the wall
I'll give 'em all a barstool speech
I'll thank jim and jack
For havin' my back
And her for walkin' out on me.
I need a long-neck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kick-start my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on, I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame.
Well, I can see a statue of me in that parkin' lot
Smokin' a cigarette and twistin' off a top.
I need a long-neck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kick-start my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on, I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame.
Yeah, I'll take all the credit
And she'll take all the blame
And I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame.
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