I Hold the Bottle, You Hold the Wheel

Butchered by Whiskey Jack

When she left I thought, I wouldn’t even miss her
Lets get down the road before I tear my mind up-
I’ll hold the bottle, no, you hold the wheel

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You hold the bottle I’ll hold that wheel if you won’t even drive
We’ll be doing okay, at least we’ll stay alive
Oh I hope that she still needs my lovin’ oh what a deal
I’ll hold the bottle, no you hold the wheel

We played the town’s all those pretty girls
And ol’ Willy he knows just how I feel
Lets get down the road before we fall to pieces
I hold the bottle, no; you hold the wheel

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Solo

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End