Buck Owens - Corn liquor

^GWell when I was a little bitty boy No bigger than an old po^D7lecat Well I ^Gused to wonder like all kids What ^D7made this do ^Gthat

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Now I'd seen what happened to my pa When he take a drink from a ^D7jug Yeah he'd ^Gstart with a smile and then after awhile He'd be ^D7out on the floor like a ^Grug

Corn ^Cliquor corn ^Gliquor What makes you do what you^D7 do Well they ^Gfeel no pain when you touch their brain Corn ^D7liquor they love ^Gyou

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Well now one day in the afternoon My folks were away for ^D7awhile Yeah I ^Ggot the jug down from the shelf To see ^D7what made 'em ^Gsmile

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Now I slowly sipped and I nearly flipped That one drink was ^D7enough For the ^Glife of me I just can't see Why they ^D7love that awful ^Gstuff

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Well as I grew older I thought about That first sip that I ^D7had Yeah I ^Greally burned and soon I learned It ^D7wasn't all that ^Gbad

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Now to ease the pressures of this world Here's the way I've got it ^D7figured Well the ^Gthing to do for me and you Is drink ^D7lotsa good corn ^Gliquor