Prettiest one never talked to me. Bought her a coke and Jim Bean. Sting of bourbon on her lips. Big tab and twenty dollar tip. She put her hand on my thigh.
Picking for the wait staff again, baring my soul up on stage. Where my guitar's my only friend. Slurring the words to a hit song from a bottle that never ends.
We were twins to be born that day. But I could never let it be that way. Mamas life line proved a good noose. With a taste for killing, I was on the loose.
Adam, you like having a drink or two. Sometimes twenty if you're feelin' blue. Sometimes one in the morning, so you can get out of bed. Ya like Jim, ya like Jack, ya like Makers Mark.
We were shoveling sunshine. The hard times were the good times. In the back of a good times van. Wedding ring was fresh on your hand. . I guess you were a little shy.