bring me a bottle of your finest

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I had one shot for breakfast
Two more at noon
Three more for dinner
Then sat down to write this tune
I’d have four for dessert
But I cannot find a spoon
Bring me a bottle of your finest

Everyday is the weekend
There is no compromise
Throwing back the glasses
‘Til we cannot use our eyes
Family traditions, old habits
Tropes and lies
Bring me a bottle of your finest

O bourbon forever!
The river of life!
Friends at our shoulders
And foes who make nice
If we’re good in the morning
We’re better at night
Bring me a bottle of your finest

Now, the scolds and the grouses
May never comprehend
Everything they’re missing
But I guess it all depends
On your tolerance level
And what you can defend
Bring me a bottle of your finest

The illusion of virtue’s
No virtue at all
Nobody grew up
By acting so small
We don’t want to remember
Or perhaps we can’t recall
Bring me a bottle of your finest

O bourbon forever!
The river of life!
Friends at our shoulders
And foes who’ve made nice
If we’re bad in the morning
We’re even worse at night
Bring me a bottle of your finest

© 2024 John Brocato