thank fucking god for that guitar
making the most of his chance in hell
whiskey with two ice cubes
amphetamine fiddle and
impossible banjo run
lightning-strike tiptoes
I can’t hear fast enough
mando and fiddle double-barrel
even the tambourine
jangling its tin cup
another two fingers and two ice cubes
her coal-glow look in the crowded bar
there was no way I could’ve given first
and no way I couldn’t return
lyrics that narrate the rest of my night
right down to shoes under the bed
and the cold gray light of dawn
one more time I nod
whiskey with two ice cubes
because rocks is pretentious
and neat is a shot
let’s be honest
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