This heart was purchased from a used car boot sale
This soul from the bottom of a bargain bin
This broken ship of dreams I attempt to sail
Found beneath the crumbs in a mouldy tin
And they say "Look at the state you're in"
But girl it's the state I'm from
Girl if the wagon had a straight set of wheels
I'd be the first to climb on
I'd drive that wagon wave sin goodbye
If on the outer limits of this hope
We had that strength for only one
Whisky and beer and vodka and gin
I gave them all a fair crack of the whip
What started as an innocent test of my strength
Turned into the mightiest of sips
The loneliness of this long distance drinker
Is the trickiest distance to gauge
But don't try caging the stripes of this tiger
When the monkeys hold the keys to the cage
Look at the state that you're in
Girl it's the state that I'm from
Girl if the delta ever ran dry
I'd be the first to jump in
Build me a drawbridge, a ladder, a rope
You be the ski-lift
And I'll try reducing this slope
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