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beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the 
Bubble in the bottom of the bottle 
Then by three or four, your head's
I sat at a bar having a beer 
Trying to hold down the stool 
When a stranger walked in stood there beside me 
And plopped down there like a fool.
tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
Hopin'
stuck a lot

Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning ‘bout right by doin’ it wrong
Hopin’
got stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
the blackbirds dance?
Three men one woman sit at the bar
She's the town whore, the village star
Who'll be the one to get up her dress?
Pass on by avoid this
on the whiskey
Let somebody else drive

I started drinking on Friday
And by Saturday night
They had me blowing through a tool
Charge with DUI

Cuffed
to eat, afterward I asked 
Sittin' down by the sushi bar we laughed past curfew 

Three days later, awe at the turk she started feelin' down 
I smiled
[James Di Salvo]
Where some men there wanted to hurt us
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar
About
[James Di Salvo]
Where some men there wanted to hurt us
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar
About
to hurt us 

And other men said we weren't worth the fuss 

You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar 

About the fine line between the rich
[James Di Salvo]
Where some men there wanted to hurt us
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar
About
the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain
The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain
Too close to Three Mile Rock,
a confession. 
She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river. 
Lord to be thirty three forever. 

She got screwed up by her
fuck security 'cause we don't give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut
Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe
Young
to eat?" afterwards, I asked 
Sittin' down by the sushi bar, we laughed past curfew 

Three days later, awe at the turk, she started feelin' down 
I
to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said look man, come down here, he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well
down you're a mad man skeppy
I must have had one to many
'Cause I can't remember anything
After the two Jägermeisters and a bottle of Henny

Somebody
I go to the bar, I ring my coat,
I call the bartender
Said look man, come down here,
He got down there

So what you want?
One bourbon, one
The Syndicate of Sound is playing
At the Free Frank Frenzy
Me and Mitchell
Drinking ourselves into gin oblivion
Hold onto this, hold onto that
I go to the bar, I ring my coat,
I call the bartender
Said look man, come down here,
He got down there

So what you want?
One bourbon, one
and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey 

This girl walked by - she gave me the eye 

I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly 

I put it with