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ON TAP, IN THE CAN, OR IN THE BOTTLE
Writers Hank Thompson, d*ck Hart
On tap, in the can or in the bottle
To me it will all taste the same
Down the hatch cause my throats open throttle
My heart is pumping sorrow through me vanes
I could drink to the times when I was happy
But heres a toast to my misery
On tap, in the can or in the bottle
Oh bartender bring it to me
On tap, in the can or in the bottle
I wonder whos kissing her now
My life Ill have to remodel
And learn to life without her somehow
Theres no place to go and hide myself
The only sanctuary I seek
Is on tap, in the can or in the bottle
Oh bartender bring it to me
Theres no place to go and hide myself
The only sanctuary I seek
Is on tap, in the can or in the bottle
Oh bartender bring it to me
On tap, in the can or in the bottle
Oh bartender bring it to me