Intro: D 

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I was stumblin' bumblin' down them neon Music City sidewalks 
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With a Junkie and a Juicehead who had problems of their own 
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Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin' 
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And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home 

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80 days out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money 
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And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone 
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Then the Junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner 
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While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song 

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He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away 
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Slowly smokin' myself broke on 80 cigarettes a day 
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Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay 
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And writin' songs for no one but myself, and the Juicehead who said 

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If I can read my fortune, in the bottom of a glass 
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Then I can see it's time for me to make my last request 
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Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest 
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So the boys can say I drank my way to hell 


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Well I drank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together 
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And it addered up to more of what I didn't wanna be 
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I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me 
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One more work day and a wake up and the time it takes to leave 

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'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future 
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In a prophet pushin' daydreams on a corner for a fee 
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And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty 
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And a hungry lookin' Junkie hauntin' tea and sympathy 

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And I bet that Junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away 
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While he's smokin' himself broke on 80 cigarettes a day 
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Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay 
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And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the Juicehead who said 

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Every empty bottle is his private chrystal ball 
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Where he stares into the future findin' nothin' there at all 
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Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall 
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On a Junkie and a Juicehead minus me