Fuelin' up on whiskey and anticipation
Ready for Cooley's screamin' Gibson
Prayin' I don't see her tonight
That powder and paper and the sounds of the dirty
Might start the fury
The thunder might come rollin' down
On you and that new man
You've been bringin' around
You been fuelin' my heart with fire
And now, we are gonna see what burns
Now, pour me another drink
Make it tall and brown
Better make it a strong one
To handle those chords that will scare the devil
Right outa ya and knock you off
That pedestal I have placed you on

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