bottle of jack daniels.. tucked under my seat,
as i drive through the checkpoint.. no shoes on my feet,
sheriff staring down at me... just shakes his head,
says boy you know better... than to be with her again,
i keep saying that i'll change.. but i never do,
sometimes i think the only way... that i make it through,
is by thanking God for bloody mary's... and people like you...
cause i hang around,
with all the wrong people,
we hang around,
in all the wrong crowds,
we hang around... oh-ohhh-ohhhh,
yes we hang around....
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