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Chesney Kenny Hemingway S Whiskey

me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea

out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee, down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent

t all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's

you ever decide to leave Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go I can go out every night of the week Can go home with anybody I meet But it's just a temporary

(feat. George Jones) Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act

too many, one more is never enough Thirty days and thirty nights Been putting up a real good fight And there were times I thought you'd win It's so easy

's fighting back them butterflies It's calling in the air, "Alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball" And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash, it's slinging

took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey

A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand She said it was her first time to see the sea Helping her climb across those jetty rocks Was the first