at the bar
tomorrow tonight.
for I've had
a good/bad day
yestertoday...
yestertoday...
and only you
and whiskey
make me feel
alright.
please don't talk
just dance with me
and drink.
it's been on the so long road,
I can barely
think.
the autumn air
will find us there
nothing but blues
and lots of hair.
I had a drink and you were gone.
I had a dream
and you were gone.
my red beard
and your curls,
your lips and sips
hips and finger tips,
nothing but time
and Patsy Cline.
the jukebox
says it all
while sneezing.