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I can play\nAnd there's somethin' missin' from the old days\n\nThere's nothin' sober about me these days\nIn our bedroom with this guitar and that black label's took your place\nAnd it don't burn me, no I've even started to like the taste\nThere's nothin' sober about me these days\n\nAnd I can't make the words to what I tell you right\nLivin' my life one glass at a time\nAs much as I'd like to sing a song that just might make you miss me\nI can't write a love song drinkin' whiskey\nDrinkin' whiskey","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.38] There's nothin' easy about a Sunday\n[00:18.47] In this church pew with my family\n[00:21.92] The small town where I was raised\n[00:24.32] Lookin' back on, all the sins of my ways\n[00:30.07] And theres nothin' easy about a Sunday\n[00:36.27] There's somethin' lonely about this barstool\n[00:42.14] With this guitar playing for a crowd but none of them are you\n[00:48.36] When I'm thinkin' about all the hell I put you through\n[00:54.01] And theres somethin' lonely about this barstool\n[01:01.16] And I can't make the words to what I tell you right\n[01:07.09] Livin' my life one glass at a time\n[01:13.06] As much as I'd like to sing a song that just might make you miss me\n[01:19.45] I can't write a love song drinkin' whiskey\n[01:28.93] There's something missin', from the old days\n[01:34.74] When my grandpa worked his fingers to\n[01:37.40] the bone pickin' cotton and haulin' hay\n[01:40.58] All I can imagine is a song that I can play\n[01:46.64] And there's somethin' missin' from the old days\n[01:52.89] There's nothin' sober about me these days\n[01:58.73] In our bedroom with this guitar and that black label's took your place\n[02:04.78] And it don't burn me, no I've even started to like the taste\n[02:10.71] There's nothin' sober about me these days\n[02:17.66] And I can't make the words to what I tell you right\n[02:23.55] Livin' my life one glass at a time\n[02:29.16] As much as I'd like to sing a song that just might make you miss 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