Joe Ely — Suckin' a Big Bottle of Gin

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Well, I tried my best to be at rest
When the moon and the wind both died
You locked me in with your best friend
Oh, your window was open wide
I escaped in time to see your man
Trucking in the bar again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
I said I'd see you at half past nine
You said you'd see me at ten
But you lied to me, honey, I lied to you
And we both lied to your man
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him
Trucking in the bar again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
Now he was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
Well, I headed for the door and you hit the floor
Then your man hit me in my head
I hit the windows and I hit the walls
And it hit me, I must be dead
I was thinking slow, I was sinking low
I saw him trucking out again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
When the moon and the wind both died
You locked me in with your best friend
Oh, your window was open wide
I escaped in time to see your man
Trucking in the bar again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
I said I'd see you at half past nine
You said you'd see me at ten
But you lied to me, honey, I lied to you
And we both lied to your man
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him
Trucking in the bar again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
Now he was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
Well, I headed for the door and you hit the floor
Then your man hit me in my head
I hit the windows and I hit the walls
And it hit me, I must be dead
I was thinking slow, I was sinking low
I saw him trucking out again
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
He was fondling Lucy, singing to Suzy
Sucking a big bottle of gin
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