I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff Tell my mama and tell my pa That their fine young son didn't get far He made it to the end of a bottle Sitting in a sleazy bar He tried hard but his spirit broke He tried until he nearly choked In the end he lost his Bottle drinking alcohol I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff Tell my brother I tried to write and Put pen to paper but I was frightened I couldn't seem to get the words out right Right quite right Tell my sister I'm sinking slow Now and again I powder my nose In the end I lost my bottle It smashed in a casbah I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've been messing with the heavy stuff For a time I couldn't get enough But I'm waking up and it's wearing off Junk don't take you far Tell my Mama I'm coming home In my youth I'm getting older And I think it's lost control Mama I'm coming home I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff I've got to give it up I've got to give it up That stuff
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