Perhaps it’s time to become
a whiskey man and
make my entrance on the
world stage
Who knows for whom the bell tolls
who else can turn my page?
Time for whiskey
cup full of ice
long afternoons in the sun
It’s like a habit
but I don’t mind
hey I’m not hurting anyone
So easy to imagine
going back to
the way things always were
I keep my mouth shut
smile sweetly
as it flies by in a blur
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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