Keeping Up With The Jones's
Lyrics Thompson Square

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Just one,
I know I can handle that
I pulled that bottle from its hiding place
Sh*t, just one
And I'll put it back
Then just one after another
'Til your key turns in the door
And I'll slur, "Baby, I'm sorry"
As you help me off the floor

I've been fighting my demons
I've been gaining ground
Crawling, walking then falling back down
It ain't been a bed of roses
Keeping up with the Jones's

That bottle
Just won't let me be
It's killed everything that's good in my life
And now it's working on me
Well I've come to believe that whiskey has a spell
And you were sent straight down from heaven
To pull me out of hell

I've been fighting my demons
I've been gaining ground
Crawling, walking then falling back down
It ain't been a bed of roses
Keeping up with the Jones's

Any man in his right mind
Would have set me free
Giving up on me
Said we're through
But baby, not you

Someday I'll bury my demons
Deep in the ground
If I never met you
That's where I'd be now
It ain't been a bed of roses
Keeping up with the Jones's

It ain't been a bed of roses
Keeping up with the Jones's

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