January Man - Whiskey Walk

The gods suppress yet again cursed to
The limitations of no company
Til the dragon wakes up to smoke out the house
And cough my way up to my honeymoon
Mouth full of fire lighting the lamps
Head is in heaven toes dipped in hell
Its easy to scuff dirt over the problem
With your cowboy boots tappin' along the sidewalk
Whiskey walk
11 o'clock
King of cups
I'm the burning man of this neighborhood
I'm the king of cups

Written by:
Seth Frontine

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