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Six Feet Below
Well I'm fallin' off the wagon tonight,
Nothin' really seems to be going right.
I can't really tell you what I need,
'Cause I don't even know.
Boy, just bury me in the ground,
Six feet below.
I can't really say why,
But tonight I just really wanna cry.
I don't know what's wrong,
But I'm feelin' real low,
Boy, just bury me in the ground,
Six feet below.
I'm longing for that cool menthol rush,
And the carbonation of a ice cold Busch.
I crave the heat of an Irish whiskey,
And in the morning I will be gone with no one to miss me.
So at dawn let the roaster crow,
And Boy, just bury me in the ground,
Six feet below.
