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Chris Young Lyrics
Who's Gonna Take Me Home Lyrics
Bartender�s sittin� them shots on the bar
Those last two Jagar bombs hit me hard
My best friend left and took the keys to my car
Who�s gonna take me home?
That dad gum Jimmy he took me out back
Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap
Now I remember why I quit all that
Who�s gonna take me home?
Well, I can�t drive, I can�t walk
And I�m a little too high to crawl
I�ll hold up this wall
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin�
Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute
Standin� in the men�s room waitin� on a stall
Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall
Hey there�s a few numbers I guess I could call
Who�s gonna take me home?
(Where�s my cell phone?)
Well, I can�t drive, I can�t walk
And I�m a little too high to crawl
I�ll hold up this wall
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin�
Gonna stand right here, Oh wait just a minute!
Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth
With a bachelorette all drinkin� Vermouth
Lucky for there�s just enough room
Well hello girls, next round�s on me
Toast a few drinks to the bide to be
Close the town down and then we�ll see
Who�s gonna take me home?
Yeah, who�s gonna take me home?
Yeah, who�s gonna take me home?
I can�t drive
I can�t walk
Too high
To crawl
Who�s gonna take me home?
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