My friend sent me an email the other day, complaining of odd dreams of writing songs. One of those songs was titled, "Whiskey Singalong". I was asked if I wanted to help writing it. Of course I understand the facetiousness of his request, but I should comply when twilight hours bring words to my mind.
so here it is...
-dry, stripped down, more spoken than sung.
1. Well I gave up my wings
somewhere east of downtown
Now I guess I'll be bound
To these shackles and chains
Its a shame
At least in my eyes
Singing Hey, Hey, Hey
the whiskey says, "don't forget about me"
Hey, Hey, Hey, don't forget about me.
2. In the eyes of the moon
with my toes in the grass
the glimmer has faded
but the stars stay the same
Its a shame
At least in my eyes
Singing Hey, Hey, Hey
the whiskey says, "don't forget about me"
Hey, Hey, Hey, don't forget about me.
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