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The Thomas Brotherz: Music

Devil Made Alcohol

(The Thomas Brotherz)
You Know I gets up in the mornin’ fight that comb through my hair
See my squinty blood shot eyes in my bathroom mirror
My stomach be doin’ the flip flops, my skin began to crawl
When I hear some woman’s voice callin’n from dowm my hall
Oh no another night. Another night in oblivion
Well I hate what I done people. I’ll probably do it all again
Telephone be ringin’ somewhere in my head
Woman down the hall intercepted my call ‘lookie here’ This is what she said
Well that was your wife on the telephone, says she’s “doin’ fine”
Said she ain’t comin’ home tonight. She wants you out this time
My stomach be doin’ the flip flops. You know my mind began to stall
The Lord made pretty women. Devil he made alcohol
Wine an’ woman shake me. Lordy that’s all I crave
Ever since I was a young boy been headin’ for the grave
Didn’t pay no mind to what my mama told me
Never listened to a word she said. All I’ve ever needed is an open bottle
An’ a woman lyin’ in my bed

My head be poundin’ like thunder. Y’know I think I’m gonna fall
Lord made pretty women. Devil, he made alcohol

Wine an’ woman shake me...etc.
Woe my head be poundin’ like thunder, this time I’m gonna fall
Well Lord made pretty women, Lord made pretty women, Lord made pretty women
Devil, he made alcohol

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