Ice cold Whiskey
Summer was the season
When he took the ride
Women were the reason
Whiskey was the slide
Living for the action
Till it took him down
Crawled into his bottle
And let us watch him drown
Sometimes in the evening
Before the moon goes down
Before the dark is leaving
I see him, hanging round
So I watch the shadows
And I stop and think
Until he wade into the shallows
And get himself another drink
There are certain things we can't explain
We all have our attraction
And then that boy became insane
Whiskey made his life; a crime of passion
He was a loaded man going down
Always out there screaming at the moon
And every night he'd load another round
Until he finished in a tomb
Reacties op ‘Ice cold Whiskey’
Er zijn nog geen reacties geplaatst bij dit gedicht, een reactie plaatsen kan hieronder!