Album: Ron Pope & The Nighthawks (2016)

One Shot Of Whiskey

At a bar in a town that I sure won't remember.
Next time September will show her cruel face
I will race to the bottle 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 pass through the seasons
To not "what you reap what you sow"
It's that 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
And 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 cuz I ain't gonna last real long
Or a liberty bell got cracked on it's very first song
It would 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