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In the cold early morning in the hills of Kentucky

I woke to the sound of the rain

And the girl from last evening laid silently sleeping

though I couldn't remember her name

My head was a pounding and the sweat poured

around me like the faucet that she left on high,

With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older

and I swear I could break down and cry

I Never once made a dollar, which I didn't gamble,

or scramble to burn at both ends

I've raged all night long, in the hour before dawn

on spirits and bitters and blends

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