That whiskey burns goin down.
Old man pour me another round because its my last night in town and I ain't thinking of slowing down!
No, I am fixing to drown til I see the sun.
Or I cant see.
Cuz I got the blues, and the blues got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud.
Her boy on the front lines and just like my daddy done I ain't afraid to die.
I aint no fortunate one.
But I am proud of what I done and hardships, I seen some.
But I aint no coward I dont turn and run.
So I stumble home, pack up my old memories.
Pictures of ma', my daddys flask she gave me.
"Keep it near your heart" she would always say.
It's all he left and so thats where it'll stay and her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers that she would always read with patience and care.
A short walk to the cemetery to pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
I run my fingers through her name and effigy.
The sun is up and its all I see.
I got the blues and they still got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud. Her hopeful new recruit and just like my daddy done.
Im gonna bleed red white and blue.
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