Ode To Bourbon

Well, 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 too 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

And 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

And 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

And 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