Listenin' to blues, lookin' at babes
And wishin' I weren't as old
As the whiskey I'm sippin'
Shuts down that whistlin'
Through the empty place in my soul.
And wishin' I weren't as old
As the whiskey I'm sippin'
Shuts down that whistlin'
Through the empty place in my soul.
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One from the master I'd like to be...
Or maybe I wouldn't like to be...
It gets confusing around closing time...
Or maybe I wouldn't like to be...
It gets confusing around closing time...
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