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Fightin' The Jug

Blind Arthur Blake

Went home last night: My baby won't let me in
She made me mad: And I've got in my gin

I been drunk so long: Dizzy all the time
And I found out: Whiskey ain't no friend of me

When I die: Folks without a doubt
You won't have to do nothing: But pour me out

I can't sleep: And I can't eat a thing
The woman I love: Has driven me to drink

I'm deep down in a hole: Somebody else is up
Getting sick and tired: Of fighting that jug