well the sun goes down
on a youthful man whose sinking
into night times missed and
the drunken fist that
drives you down to hell
watching all the bands
search for something new
and younger better men
all coming through
fellas you know how it goes
when it comes to drinking
well i've lost that voice
that tells you that will do
these days 15 beers hum
a simple tune
come on baby
be my june
come on baby be my june and
i'll try and be your johnny cash
just get here before i crash
come on baby be my june
well, in stumbling duress I lent
and thought it over for a while
mounting debts and cigarettes really
ain't my style
I've got to sort it out and
start a new hitch my
pants and find a different
point of view
but fellas you know how it goes
when it comes to drinking
well these days I find it hard to
have a few and
the traffic lights they'll tap
their empty tune in the middle of
the night again
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