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Gonna wake up yesterday, with two black eyes, N' someone's dirty handprints, All along my thighs, N' wonder where the whisky went, N' how'my gonna pay the rent, N' where's that man a' mine, Well he sure is outa line. An it's gonna be hard tonight, On the right n' wrong, N' it's gonna take everything, everything, To keep it on... Gonna need my wits about, An' a jar a' gold, To take that evil out, Til the moon is cold, I wish I had a hittin' stick, N' someone hard to hit, N' even then I'd try, Just to see him cry. Some girls pay the price, N' some get old, N' some deal out the dice, Make it roll, N' where's my healin' stone, Don't it fix the bone, I wish it'd make me good, Mend this broken wood. I'll make love a sin, I'll make dust, Let that beauty in, Justa see him rust, N' there's no holdin' back, Ain't no way outa that, Just that weary track, Ahh to hell an' back, Life is hell an' back. You made the poison daddy, Now won't you stir it up, You made the poison daddy, Why don't you stir it up...