Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery
She's out there every night
And she sure ain't drinkin' tea
I love that woman, she's the best one that I had
But she's got this habit now and it sure is gettin' bad
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That whiskey drinkin' woman
Is makin' a poor man out of me
She's got bottles in the kitchen
Even got them in my bed
Most times I see her now
She's three parts out of her head ...