I've been walking up and down this road. Missing something, searching high and low. Grabbing anything I could hold. Holding tight and never letting go.
He was 5 foot 7. Strong as an Oak tree. Yeah he had a good reason. for every lick he gave me. But he showed me the ropes. Good whiskey and smoke. And how to tell a dirty joke.
Oh, yes sir. . I don't care if it comes in a bottle. I don't care if it comes in a can. I don't care if it's stirred or shaken. Man, could you give me one for both hands?.