Bartender

I met all kinds of people at the bar I go, some short lived, but the long-term people

collectively taught me living, but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles

he'd say things and always leave me thinking.

He'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway

something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quo tes when all he meant was


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Hey to good friend and to good times

we toastin' light up cigars and stay

till we close down the bar

stumble on out add a bruise to the arm


There was one girl with big black boots and she reaked of booze

and had this way of talking with her cleavage mind you

but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles

he'd say things and always leave me thinking


he'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway

something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quotes when all he meant was


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