Ode To Bourbon

I remember their names, as I fan the flames to the fire Just a stiff one and Waylon are the only two things I desire It's been a damn long year, and it really don't help That I really ain't been to good to myself Cause I can't get past all this pain and depression I'm in So sing me, sing me to sleep And pour me another drink Well I don't know what happened between bourbon and man But I'll be at the gates with a glass in my hand And tell old Saint Peter quite frankly I don't give a damn I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins I've been angry and loathsome, but that really ain't no excuse To be putting myself through all of this substance abuse But I'll still take a trip to that old liquor store Buy a bottle of rye and end up on the floor They call it addiction, but I see it as an old friend So sing me, sing me to sleep And pour me another drink Well I don't know what happened between bourbon and man But I'll be at the gates with a glass in my hand And tell old Saint Peter quite frankly I don't give a damn I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins So sing me, sing me to sleep And pour me another drink Well I don't know what happened between bourbon and man But I'll be at the gates with a glass in my hand And tell old Saint Peter quite frankly I don't give a damn I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins