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SEND HER HOME

I'VE BEEN POURIN' YOU YOUR WHISKEY,
JUST TO WATCH IT DISAPPEAR,
AND AT FIRST I DIDN'T PAY YOU ANY MIND.
BUT A PINT OF OLD JACK DANIELS,
AND A HALF A KEG OF BEER,
IS ENOUGH TO MAKE A DRINKIN' MAN GO BLIND.
I'VE SEEN THE SAME THING HAPPEN TIME AND TIME AGAIN,
A MAN COMES IN TO WASH HIS CARES AWAY.
HE SAYS IT'S ALL HIS WOMAN'S FAULT,
AND IT'S DRIVIN' HIM INSANE,
WELL, MISTER, THIS IS ALL I'VE GOTTA SAY,

SEND HER HOME, IF SHE'S THAT MUCH AGGRAVATION,
SEND HER HOME, IF IT SEEMS TOO DAMN FRUSTRATIN'
SEND HER HOME, GET HER TO THAT GREYHOUND STATION,
SEND HER PACKIN' TO HER MAMA,
SEND HER HOME, SEND HER HOME.

WELL, YOU CAN SAY IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS,
AND I SHOULDN'T INTERFERE,
BUT IT BOTHERS ME TO SEE A GROWN MAN CRY.
FROM THE WAY THAT YOU BEEN GUZZLIN',
I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED,
TO FIND YOU CONTEMPLATIN' SUICIDE.
NOW I DON'T MIND YOU DRINKIN',
LORD KNOWS IT PAYS THE BILLS,
BUT I DON'T NEED YOU DYIN' ON MY STOOL.
SO IF YOU DON'T MIND MY TELLIN' YOU,
I THINK YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH,
AND IT'S TIME YOU DIDN'T LOOK LIKE SUCH A FOOL.

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