Upchurch – Alcoholic Shrink (Guitar)

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There's a cave in the valley with a spirit inside (A spirit inside)

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And when you take a look his way all you see is red eyes (You see is red eyes)

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He never emerges just forever stares (Forever stares)

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Into the souls of the passin’ through the prairie down there (The prairie down there)

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It's not all picket fences

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It's not all smiles and waves

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The preacher preaches on Sunday

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But what happens on Saturdays?

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Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot

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The television makes you wanna drink

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So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

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There's a man at the dead-end, tryna kill me even more

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He's got my body's toxic love sittin' in the top of his dresser drawer

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I have the mind to take these last dollars to my name

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Run my truck into his house and some more

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And then I'll take that poison and feed it to the river

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The front man kills the sheep no more

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It's not all picket fences

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It's not all smiles and waves

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The preacher preaches on Sunday

         G                A
But what happens on Saturdays?

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Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot

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The television makes you wanna drink

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So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

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Take me to jail, throw me in a cell

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For burnin’ crack dealers' houses all the way down

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Take me to jail, throw me in a cell

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For burnin’ crack dealers' houses all the way down

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It's not all picket fences (No, no)

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It's not all smiles and waves (No, no, no, no, no)

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The preacher preaches on Sunday

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But what happens on Saturdays? (Whoa)

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Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot

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The television makes you wanna drink (Ah yeah)

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So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

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I said I thank God for

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Shrink

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My own alcoholic shriiiiiiiiiiiiink (Uh)