High Shelf Booze Lyrics

If my man asks �bout what I�ll do
Now that he�s turned me loose
Tell him I�ve gone to meet all the girls
And drink all that high shelf booze

The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze
You won�t catch me dead with no blues
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze
You won�t catch me dead with no blues

I always said I�d be his slave
Before I would be his dog
But it looks like he�s got me rambling �round
And sleeping in a hollow log

A hollow log, a hollow log
Sleeping in a hollow log
A hollow log, a hollow log
Sleeping in a hollow log

Well it�s one man on Sunday, another on Monday
Two on Tuesday afternoon
Easy come, easy go
You won�t hear me sing no lonesome tune

Easy come, easy go
You won�t hear me sing no lonesome tune
Easy come, easy go
You won�t hear me sing no lonesome tune

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