jukebox jive, whiskey, dry
days passing by, my beard is wild
my lips are dry
bottle baby, you burn me up
I’m tired of being drunk
so tired of being drunk
my grandpa on a railways
me in the highways
I’m tired of being drunk
so tired of being drunk
there is a man on my door
devil dressed suit and tie
he wants me to sign
all the fun we have these days
Rosie, Rosie I’m glad it rains
my grandpa
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