Me and the bottle
Have always been friends
Oh we've had a few ol' nasty fights
But the bottle would always win

And when I go to answer that final curtain call
I can hear these words bein' whispered by all:

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Ol' George stopped drinkin' today
They're all gonna gather round me
Lord I wish they could hear me say
No more income taxes
No more bills to pay
Ol' Geroge stopped drinkin' today

Down in Mississippi
The highway patrol
Will read it in the paper
And say, "God Rest his soul"
No more will he wobble
Down life's highway
Cause George stopped drinkin toady

They'll say he had a problem
Dealing with his mind
He just couldn't seem to make it
Anywhere on time
But when the road is (????????)
And heaven i know
you can bet the possum is gonna show

Chorus