Scud Mountain Boys
Liquor Store
The same old face you used to dream aboutwith every word now you've become to doubtthree simple words were so sweet to saynow all the wind won't give breath enough to say even one or two, no and I never triedmaybe three or four might make something trueany one will doAnother day you've gone and fooled againand all your friends, they knew but wouldn't sayeach step you take towards that liquor storemight dull the pain with the same old refrainmaybe one or two, then in a little whilemaybe three or four, help you find a doorany one will do
From Letras Mania