Ron Pope — One Shot of Whiskey

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At a bar in a town that i sure won’t remember
The next time September will show her cruel face
I will race to the bottom of every glass and I hope that these drinks have a shot
At replacing
The things that I lost on the way that I took to this place

So give me one shot of whiskey
Two lines of cocaine
And tell everyone who i love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
And if you see my brother
Please tell him I’m fine
Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why
Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind

It was hard, it was dark, I was starved for attention
I was seeking redemption
Or a face that i know
If there’s one thing I’ve learned as I’ve passed through the seasons
It’s not that you reap what you sew
It’s that you get what you give if you’re lucky
But mostly you don’t

So give me one shot of whiskey
Two lines of cocaine
And tell everyone who I love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
And if you see my brother
Please tell him I’m fine
Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why
Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind

I feel like a snowball in Hell
Cause I ain’t gonna last very long
Or a Liberty bell
That got cracked on it’s very first song
It would be easy to add all the things I’ve done right
Hard to count all the ones I’ve done wrong
Where did the time go
Where has it gone

So give me one shot of whiskey
Two lines of cocaine
And tell everyone who I love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
And if you see my brother
Please tell him I’m fine
Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why

Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind
Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind