Hayes Carll – Bottle In My Hand (Ukulele)

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Well, I followed my feet all acrooss this land

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A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

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From the cold, cold east

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To the woods out west

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Ain't no home just lucky I guess

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I've seen the sunrise over the water 

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Howled at the moon by the embers glow

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Stole me a kiss from a poor man's daughter

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Threw on my pack and away I goss

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Well, it looks like rain and it taste like hell 

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Ain't nobody ever wished me well

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Tried to make me stand in the welfare line 

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I ain't seen free in a long old time

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Well, every town is gone by morning

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Hitch to another till sun the goes down

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Find me a boxcar, one or two brothers

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Take out a bottle and pass it around

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There's trouble at the border and a far off war

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Oil in the water and the shut down store 

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Big banks closin' and the world ain't round

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Jail filled up and the deal gone down

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But I got all I need on the highway 

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Little bit of luck and a rainbow stew 

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Sing a little song for the ones who ramble

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Hard to carry on like the way we do

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Now I've had friends who've walked that line

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Spent life workin' for a nickle and a dime 

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The come home ragged at the end of their day

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Feet on the table, not a word to say

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Sometimes I might have to wonder

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How's it gunna end for a man like me

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Slept in the rain and danced in the thunder

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I get a little bit older

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I get a little bit older

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I'll get a little tune on my fiddle 

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And then I'll be on my way

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I followed my feet all across this land 

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A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

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The mines in the east To the woods out west

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Ain't no home just lucky I guess

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Never had a home just lucky I guess