| Uh, this is a song called What Good Can Drinkin' Do, that I wrote one night after |
| drinking myself into a stuper. - Janis Joplin |
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| What good can drinkin' do? What good can drinkin' do? |
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| Uh when I drink all | night, but the next day I still feel | blue. |
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| There's a glass on the table, they say it's gonna ease all my pain. |
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| Well, there's a | glass on the table, they say it's gonna ease all my | pain. |
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| Oh when I | drink it down, but the next day I still feel the | same. |
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| Give me whiskey, uh give me bourbon, give me gin. |
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| Oh, give me | whiskey, give me bourbon, give me | gin. |
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| It don't | matter what I'm drinkin' as long as it drowns the sorrow I'm | in. |
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| Now, my man he left me, child an he left me here. |
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| Um, my | man he left me, child he left me | here. |
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| When I'm | feelin' low down, just gimme another drink of | beer. |
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| When I start drinkin' Friday, start drinkin' Friday night. |
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| Oh, I | start drinkin' Friday, start drinking Friday | night. |
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| But, then I | wake up on Sunday, child, ain't nothin' that's | right. |
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| What good can drinkin' do? What good can drinkin' do? |
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| Well, I | drink all night, But the next day I still feel | blue. |