In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, December 4, 2016
cheap tequila
I'll be your sweet baby
bring the bottle to my mouth
trouble's rising higher
while my brain is heading south
I gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
just the thought of last night
makes me shiver and squirm
when I see the empty bottle
and wonder who ate the worm
gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
oh baby, won't you
give me some more
I've always enjoyed
waking up on the floor
don't need no glass, honey,
no need to pour
I'll just drink it straight out of yours
I'm a pretty nice fella
I got a nasty side too
ain't it great
what a little clean living will do
I gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
I'm just a hick-town farmboy
ain't no man of means
I'm living by the seat
of these dusty old jeans
gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
oh baby,
I'm broke as a broken bone
I get paid next Friday
can you spare me a loan?
and by the way
I'll need a ride back home
or can I spend the night with you
I'll be your sweet baby
bring the bottle to my lips
watch out for my
wandering fingertips
I gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
hey, where you going?
don't walk away
my glass is empty
and there's a bill to pay
and I don't have your number
on my telephone
time to leave that cheap tequila alone
gotta leave that cheap tequila alone
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