Jimmy The Dog - Bourbon and Rye

Sittin' in the shade with a half empty bottle
My head thumpin' good like and ole V8 engine
Tickin' over and I don't feel much like openin' the throttle
'Coz I'd be thinkin' 'bout you and that's pretty depressin'
And I don't give a hoot about headlines and deadlines
As the clock ticks and chimes to our happier times
And the cheap whisky burns the bad taste from my mouth
The taste that you left me with here in the south
Machines in my yard broke I'll someday repair 'em
At least when they're workin' I know they'll be faithful
So here I am drinkin'
Drinkin' Bourbon and Rye

Li'l voice in ma head said you di'n't love me back
Though I fell for you headlong and I fell in real deep
Like a hound dog I slaved to your whim that's a fact
It took lot's o' money to make you look that cheap
I tried to get by you suckin' me dry
It's no wonder why I'm demotivated
My heart's been lost in a dumpster I can't seem to locate it
You picked up and left me while watchin' me fall
Without your high double standards you'd have no standards at all
I'm done thinkin' 'bout stranglin' and shootin' and stabbin'
And hidin' your body beneath my ole log cabin
So here I am drinkin'
Drinkin' Bourbon and Rye

Hearts will mend and time's the healer
Shit happens all the time
To save my heart I'll kill my liver
And drink you off my mind

Here comes Pretty Miss Titty with a bottle of bourbon
Ginger ale ice cubes and a bottle of rye
Ain't got no rocket science needs no plastic surgeon
When she lays on her back she pokes a hole in the sky
She's a breath of fresh air more than a little coquette totally
Blonde from her legs up to the tip of her cigarette
She don't ask for much pays me back when she's able
Lights the end of my tunnel and puts booze on my table
Between her and Jim Beam I'll forget about you
And your cash-grabbin' fingers and your bed buddies too
Guess I'll keep on drinkin'
Drinkin' Bourbon and Rye

Written by:
James Ferrie

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