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We were all drinking at Marge's one night
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When an old cowboy came through the door
He took a few shaky steps
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Then he started to moan
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And he keeled over right on the floor
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Doc came on over, took his stethoscope out
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He listened and he looked in his eyes
He said, "boys, stick around
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I just might need your help
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I'm afraid this will be a long night"

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Cause, there's a five gallon tear, a five gallon tear
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Lodged in this poor old boy's heart
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By the look in his eyes he ain't cried in years
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And he's retaining a five gallon tear

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Doc wrote a prescription to induce him to cry
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It was whiskey and sad country songs
We propped him up in a booth
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Poured a drink down his throat
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Then we turned that old Wurlitzer on
Well he spluttered and he coughed
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And he hung down his head

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As those lonely songs worked on his heart
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When the memories started coming six minutes apart
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We laid him face up on the bar

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Then a five gallon tear, a five gallon tear
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Slowly welled up in his eyes
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We all yelled "push" and we all gave a cheer
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When he cried that five gallon tear

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That jar by the door, don't hold pig feet no more
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The contents are sparkling clear
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That liquid within is not moonshine or gin
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It's a reminder to everyone here

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It's a five gallon tear, a five gallon tear
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Let this be a lesson to you
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If you sorrow inside for too many years
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Then you'll cry the five gallon tear
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Buddy you'll cry
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Buddy, you'll cry a five gallon tear.