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Ben Miller Band
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See whiskey is the land old man
I dream in whiskey will pour my hands
I dream that whiskey, my wildest dreams
And the way that she dreams run as an old person I see
From getting high, high, over high
Does you know that I'm gone?
I see the day on my wild, on the pale of grey
And she dreams of a scared old hand or two
I gotta see a gun in a man's life
And she always gets a homemade pie
From getting high, getting high, I'm getting high
Oh, you know that I'm gone
We're whiskin' our hearts in a whiskey can
Yeah, take my whiskey when I leave with me
Yeah, don't you look down on what I've done
I think you've been drinking your whiskey too
Yeah, you're getting high, oh, high, oh, high
Oh, you know, that's where I'm going
Yeah, waiting, got on sitting alone
I'm drinking whiskey on my own
You know I hate those little chow
I'll be drinking whiskey whole night
Hey, I'm on high, I'm high, I'm getting high
I'm sure you know that's where I'm going
Written by: Ben Miller
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