Stealing Bottles From My Dad

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Well, this here 19 year old prepubescent 
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went down the street to the 7-eleven 
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and walked right up to the cashier, 
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holding two cold cases of beer. 

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And I smiled and gave him my fake ID 
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and he took one good hard look at me 
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and he laughed and he said: kid, 
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nice try but, uh, uh, not tonight. 

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Well, I got pissed off and I drove outta there, 
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wishing I was older with a little more facial hair 
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but above wishing I had me just 
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a little bit of alcohol. 

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So, I sat around thinking what to do, 
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trying to figure out how I’d score some booze 
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and I thought to myself unfortunately, 
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I’m gonna have to go to plan B. 

 
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I’m stealing, stealing bottles from my dad, 
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no, it’s really, it's really not that bad. 
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Stealing whiskey, stealing wine, taking whatever I can find, 
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from time to time I’ve had   to steal bottles from my dad. 

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Well, I’ve done it once, maybe twice, 
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hell, who am I kidding I’ve done it all my life, 
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but, hey, who’s counting, no not me, 
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I’m only five finger discounting. 

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Don’t you worry, daddy, I’ll pay you back 
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when I’m old enough to buy that Tennessee Jack 
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and I’ll restock your entire liquor cabinet 
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with your favourite scotch: Mr Buchanans. 

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Lord knows I’ve stolen at least a dozen 
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over the years but so has my brother and cousin. 
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  We’re good kids, I swear we ain’t punks, 
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it’s just that we steal to get drunk. 

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Folks, please don’t call me thief or a crook, 
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oh, yeah, if you see my dad tell him not to look 
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in the refrigerator tonight. 
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I’m pretty sure he’s all outta Coor’s light. 

 
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I’m stealing, stealing bottles from my dad, 
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no, it’s really, it's really not that bad. 
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Stealing tequila, stealing (lyrics?) wine taking whatever I can find, 
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from time to time I’ve had   to steal bottles from my dad. 

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Stealing bottles from my dad, no, it’s really not that bad, 
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stealing whiskey, stealing wine, taking whatever I can find. 
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From time to time I’ve had to steal bottles from my dad, 
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but it ain’t that bad, he still loves me ... 
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even though I drink his whiskey.