Singing a song for jim beam

Singing a song for jim beam



Here is to the more spirit I have in my life and in my almost empty glass,

However impossible it seems, drinks are going to leave me and I am going to leave them,

I am going to say good bye to my best friends to be with you,

The shot glasses say one last time,

And the tequila say dance with me,

Its all the flavor , says Malibu rum,

I will drown you in tranquility says the good ole Gin,

Give my tonic, my heart says.

You can always a sneak a bottle and still be a saint,

One a sip is good for soul, says brandy my old friend.

Remember the old days, the curtains pulled down

And the glasses brought up, Lovers were just memories,

The glasses were full, and you were drowned in tears,

Now you have pulled the curtains apart,

And you say , you are out of your fears,

I see a little scare in your eyes,

Will he be always there for you, my dear?

Take a glass and drown out the sun,

I have the finest whisky to melt your burn,

No I say, to my precious glasses,

I will empty you down the drain,

This is the drug I have got to lose,

With drinks it will be just the end,

I have to leave the drunken lords and be with you,

I will just drink the hope and swim through life,

But just give me that last parting shot,

I will say good bye to my friends and be with you.

 
 

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