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When I turned up this morning Had the booze all up inside my head Cuase when I don't have you girl All my demons take over instead So won't you hurry hurry home now Before I take this gun up to my head Well keep that whiskey flowing Keeps that blues out of my head Cause what I don't feel now girl I'll sure as hell be feelin it in the morning So hurry hurry home now Take this gun up to my head I get lonesome on that highway Miles from my home Be thinkin of that girl of mine Say mamma won't you come on home I'm so low, I got that lonesome bed time blues She ain't born in Alabama But she's got more soul than corn bread And it don't bother me that she don't cook much Cause them green eyes win me over instead So hurry hurry home now Take this gun up to my head Songtexte I get lonesome on that highway Miles from my home Be thinkin of that girl of mine Say mamma won't you come on home I'm so low, I got that lonesome bed time blues So won't you hurry hurry home now I got that lonesome bed time blues (Gracias a Suarez12 por esta letra) Aus Songtexte Mania