The Junkie And The Juicehead Minus Me

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[Verse 1]

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I was stumble bummin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
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With a junkie and a juicehead who had problems of their own
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Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
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And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home

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80 days out of the army, makin' neither love nor money
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And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
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Then the junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
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While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

[Chorus]

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He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away
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Slowly smokin' myself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
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Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
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And writin' songs for no one but myself, and the juicehead who said

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If I can read my fortune, in the bottom of a glass
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Then I can see it's time for me to make my last request
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Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
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So the boys can say I drank my way to hell

[Break]

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[Verse 2]

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Well, I drank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together
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And it added up to more of what I didn't wanna be
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I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
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One more work day and a wake up and the time it takes to leave

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'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future
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In a prophet pushin' daydreams on the corner for a fee
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And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
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And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea and sympathy

[Chorus]

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And I bet that junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
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While he's smokin' himself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
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Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
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And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the juicehead who said

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Every empty bottle is his private crystal ball
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Where he stares into the future findin' nothin' there at all
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Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
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On a junkie and a juicehead minus me