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• Artiste: Chase Rice
• Titre: If Drinkin' Helped
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Every cabinet in the kitchen is empty Every whiskey, every bourbon, every wine Ain't nothing in this damn house kills your memory I tried every vice a man can try But they ain't done the trick, 'cause if they did I'd have a brand-new pack of Marlboro Reds One more girl layin' in my bed I'd be a goodbye song, long-gone cliché In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet I'd be parked in a corner booth 'til hardwood floors stuck to these boots I'd sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I'd be drunk as hell If drinking helped If drinking helped I pack up and move my life to Cheyenne Where no one asks what's in my coffee cup Where there ain't no room for tears or cowboys crying But turns out Wyoming just ain't far enough For a brand-new pack of Marlboro reds One more girl layin' in my bed Just a goodbye song, long-gone cliché In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet I'd be parked in a corner booth 'til hardwood floors stuck to these boots I'd sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I'd be drunk as hell If drinking helped If drinking helped If drinking helped there'd be a little hope But I'm living proof it don't Or I'll still be smokin' Marlboro reds Another girl layin' in my bed Just a goodbye song long-gone cliché In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet I'd be parked in a corner booth, 'til hardwood floor stuck to these boots Sold my soul to Jack and Jim, still be drunk as hell But you ain't coming back so I might as well