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(I went to see an old army buddy of mine to do some drinking And his wife had become an alcoholic and I wrote a song about it) Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time Booked on that wine bunches of it and it ruined her mind Pay no attention to Alice they say she's a sot sane she is not But she loves it and it's all she's got She made that apple pie from a memory Made them biscuits from a recolection that she had She cooked that chicken too long but she don't know that Oh what the hell it ain't too bad Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time Booked on that wine bunches of it and it ruined her mind Pay no attention to Alice they say she's a sot sane she is not But she loves it and it's all she's got Don't talk about the war I was a coward Talk about fishing and all the good times raising hell Empty that one down we'll get another It's gettin' late we might as well But we ran your car into a ditch man don't sweat it I know Ben down at the Shell Station he'll get it out Alice put your ashes in that ashtray I swear woman you're gonna burn down the house Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time From Letras Mania