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[Verse]
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I's standin' in the mornin' outside that Norfolk Southern Yard
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Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard
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I'm down 20 to the devil, hell I hope he'll take a check
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I'll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I'll break his neck

[Chorus 1]
       C                                                    G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
      D                                                         G                           
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of sorrow

[Verse]
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Ah there's things a man can do to himself where his own parents don't recognize his face
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And there's things he does to everybody else that even true love can't erase
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And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to understand
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When you figure it out you realize it's your selfishness between you and the promised land

[Chorus 2]
       C                                                    G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
       D                                                          G
I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
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Hallelujah I'd trade anything I can beg steal or borrow
      D                                                          G
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow

[Instrumental] 
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[Verse]
        G                                                     D
Now I'm shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they brought
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When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got caught
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And now there ain't much that matters and to tell the truth I still don't understand
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So I think I'll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn

[Outro]
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Baby I's cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow