90 Proof

Our words were heated,
Starting to get hot
I'll take care of it
Just one more shot
Got up off my barstool
And puffed my chest
Mr. Whiskey said
"Give me a shot"
He called me out to
The parking lot
He started hitting
Me with all he got

So drunk I could barely crawl
One more shot and I'm ten foot tall
I should've left that
Drunken dog behind

False courage and
Nowhere to hide
That drunken dog really
Hurt me inside
I started hitting
Him with all I got

So drunk I could barely crawl
One more shot and I'm ten foot tall
I should've left that
Drunken dog behind

Seeing one which equals three
I should've left that
Drunken dog behind me



Credits
Writer(s): Curt Bauerly
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