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Ryan Adams - Red Red Red Red Wine Lyrics

Here's your little meter, read it while it lasts
Everybody wants you to be living in the past
You consider winning second from the last
Call me mother-fucker,but you know I ain't your dad

For all, anybody knows
I'm shooting up with roses
And red, red, red, red wine
Red, red, red, red wine

Here's your little meter, better make it quick
Hanging with your sister but she beats me with a stick
You consider losing something like a trick
Well you call me mother-fucker, but I'm a mother-fucking prick

For all, anybody knows
I'm shooting up with roses
And red, red, red, red wine
Red, red, red, red wine

I was living in a hotel after I got kicked out of my house.
They kicked me out too.
I been wearing these clothes for three days.
My wife left me and my car has now been repo'ed.
Oh well, that's the party life.

For all, anybody knows
I'm shooting up with roses
And red, red, red, red wine
Red, red, red, red wine
Red, red, red, red wine
Red, red, red, red wine