Lyrics:
on the rocks
One shot, maybe all that we got
I don't know about you
But I think it's worth a shot
(Yeah)
If we could lose our inhibitions
And say what we
Shot with his own gun
Now dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun
Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away
What's on his mind now is
Mr Garfield been shot down shot down shot down Mr Garfield been shot down low
Me and my brother was down close to the depot when I heard the report
the words that cut like a razor
And all that I'll say
Is fire away
Take your best shot
Show me what you got
Honey, I'm not afraid
Rear back and take
Milly, everything was all right
Her eyes started rollin', we should a-went a-bowlin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my
Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about
Milly, everything was all right
Her eyes started rollin', we should a-went a-bowlin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my, my
Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about
good
But you painted me bad
Compared to the others
You're the best thing I had
Bang bang, shot you dead
Bang bang, shot you dead
I thought it
your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then I shot back down to Earth
I can't call you right now, I been drinkin'
And I know that I'll say what I'm
good
But you painted me bad
Compared to the others
You're the best thing I had
Bang bang, shot you dead
Bang bang, shot you dead
I thought it
of whiskey (double shot of whiskey)
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (we go way back)
There's a party downtown near Fifth Street (okay, let's go)
an idea.
Came like a gun and shot in my ear.
Don't you think it's time you got up and stood alone?
Fifteen years I lay down on the ground.
I
was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I don't care what it is you've got
I just want to know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I
down, he get put in a lake
Capo the type to show up to the wake
I'm geekin' hard, don't know what to take
Don't know what I took
My doggy got booked
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
I can see it in your eyes, you're angry
Regret got shit on what you're feeling now
Mad, 'cause he ain't like me
Oh, you mad 'cause nobody ever did
Shot with his own gun
Now, dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun
Now somebody has to pay
For the one who got away
What's on his mind now is
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
Cacti in this bitch it's like the BevMo! (ah)
Know you like to bounce it, but know you got hands though (bop it)
What time it is? (Let's go)
It's shot
Got afraid to back off 2 hits
In the club 4 bottles
You got to let me now
When you're ready to give up first
Take one more shot for the liquor
off 2 hits
In the club 4 bottles
You got to let me now
When you're ready to give up first
Take one more shot for the liquor
A little more liquor
Take
Who shot you lied, she got, she knows
Who shot she lies, she got, she knows
Who should she love, she love she knows
Who should she love, she does,
in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Singles bar, got my eye on a honey
Hanging out everywhere
She
Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
Darlin', you give love a bad name
An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me Heaven, then put
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