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*** Lyrics Release ***
*** One of Those Days ***
by 'Barry Long' (posted February 2004)
You
know the ones,
where your first mistake was waking up,
the
second was getting out of bed.
Well this one was one of those
ones-
"Oh my weary head."
I was over at mates
place, just this very day,
he offered me a bourbon and looked
at me in dismay.
I was thinking you dirty rat,
you know I
love my bourbon, and can't say no to that.
The Mrs. is going to
kill me by the time that I get home,
perhaps I should
phone.
He grabbed that bloody bourbon and held it o so
tight,
anyone would think it was a full fledged fight.
Raised
a double shoot, swilled, then put the empty on the stack.
Judging
by the expression, it stung like fifty vipers awoken from a
nap.
Yep, it must of been a good one, hope it's not coming
back.
Asked him what's the grief,
what drives him to
drinking with so much force.
Why the answers simple, today I
got divorced.
Man it was a tempting, that bourbon sitting
there.
Everywhere the aromas teasing, flaunting itself in the
air.
What's a man to do? leave a distressed mate to drink
alone.
Hell no, I shouldn't think so,
for I'm not one of
those low lives that you've known.
Yet my Mrs. will surely kill
me, yes perhaps I should phone
The Mrs. is going to kill me by
the time that I get home,
perhaps I should phone.
I
grabbed that bloody bourbon and held it o so tight,
anyone
would think it was a full fledged fight.
Raised a double shoot,
swilled, then put the empty on the stack.
Judging by my
expression, it stung like fifty vipers awoken from a nap.
Yep,
it sure was a good one, hope it's not coming back.
It
surely is a tough one, dealing with divorce.
It's like they up
and left you, with nothing but remorse
In some ways it's worse
than them dying,
least then the corpse is in the ground.
But
when it's divorce the corpse still walks around
So pour another
bourbon, it's time for another round
Should really ring the
Mrs., yes perhaps I should phone.
We grabbed those bloody
bourbons, and held them o so tight,
anyone would think it was a
full fledged fight.
Raised our double shoots, swilled, then put
the empties on the stack.
Judging by our expression, they stung
like fifty vipers awoken from a nap.
Yep, they surely were good
ones, hope they're not coming back.
Looking back in
hind-sight, I really should of phoned
For now my Mrs. has
decided I'm no longer part of that thing called home.
had a
visitor over, later this same day,
handed him a bourbon and
looked at him in dismay.
He's thinking you dirty rat,
you I
love my bourbon, and can't say no to that
His Mrs. is going to
kill him by the time that he gets home,
perhaps he should
phone
We grabbed those bloody bourbons, and held them o so
tight,
anyone would think it was a full fledged fight.
Raised
our double shoots, swilled, then put the empties on the
stack.
Judging by our expression, they stung like fifty vipers
awoken from a nap.
Yep, they surely were good ones, hope
they're not coming back.
Least something good has come from
this new found freedom.
I can leave you with the pearl of
wisdom,
just pick up that bloody phone,
unless you like to
sleep alone.
We grabbed those bloody bourbons, and held
them o so tight,
anyone would think it was a full fledged
fight.
Raised our double shoots, swilled, then put the empties
on the stack.
Judging by our expression, they stung like fifty
vipers awoken from a nap.
Yep, they surely were good ones, hope
they're not coming back.
"The couch sure is comfy, oh
yeah.
Buggar about my neck though,
and those fifty thousand
hammers a banging in my head.
Never mind, bourbon will surely
fix that."
*****
Copyright: Barry Long, June
2002
published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz - 17th. July 2004
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