Year Three, Week Ten: “Whiskey Shuffle

Lyrics:

I drive an old car
Don’t run like it used to
I don’t need to go far
I still could, I just refuse to
The nights get so cold
since Ann Marie died
Got a bottle to hold
It warms me up inside

Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world
Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world

I ride an old paint
like my father before me
I can tell it like it ain’t
and I bet you’ll still adore me
I’m a rotten old bastard
I need a bath and a shave
Every man has a master
Every man’s been a slave

Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world
Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world

I sing an old song
and the memories come a’flooding
They won’t last for long
and then they fade back to nothing
I pack an old duffel
with old paper, dry and curled
I got that whiskey shuffle
I ain’t long for this world

Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world
Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world
Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world
Look at him, he’s got that whiskey shuffle
He won’t be long for this world

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