One Shot of Whiskey - Ron Pope

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