If my man asks ‘bout what I’ll do Now that he’s turned me loose Tell him I’ve gone to meet all the girls And drink all that high shelf booze
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues
I always said I’d be his slave Before I would be his dog But it looks like he’s got me rambling ‘round And sleeping in a hollow log
A hollow log, a hollow log Sleeping in a hollow log A hollow log, a hollow log Sleeping in a hollow log
Well it’s one man on Sunday, another on Monday Two on Tuesday afternoon Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune
Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune
If my man asks ‘bout what I’ll do Now that he’s turned me loose Tell him I’ve gone to meet all the girls And drink all that high shelf booze
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues
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