Whiskey

It's my kind of drink.
When I can't see to think.
What of the world?
What should I shoulder now?
That amber nectar
in the clear short glass.
I see the world in that beautiful color.
As through my lips I let the liquid pass.
My temper's shot
My mood has risen.
Give me a pool stick
and a good song
make it rock.

The colors swirl all around.
I laugh like a kid on a playground.
That merry go round makes me sick.
Oh well, give me another hit.

Did I already say I love this song?
Why is Bobby on the ground?
I laugh and say "what's wrong?"
Antoher pass, less strong it is.
I can't taste that last bit.

Did I already say I love this song?
That joke never seemed so funny
What's with that idiot at the bar?
I didn't do nothin.
My gaze stays off afar.

I feel as good as the song that's on.
First a great one 'bout
good ol' boys and memory lane
the next is sad talkin about he's to blame.
Country's my weakness
I'm happy when it's good and sad when it's bad.

I love this song!
"you already said that, man"
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's go home.

I'm happy as I lay,
and fall asleep to dream of play.