Old Man At The Bar
Load me up with a barrel of woes,
I'll raise a drink to fallen foes,
And another one for my friends,
And toast each one 'til the bottle ends.
And a shot for each love so hot,
'Cos it would be a sin if they were forgot,
All the times that we would spend,
Rattling the bed 'til glories end.
Slip me another shot of "Jack,"
I'll drink to em all 'til I'm on my back,
'Til my consciousness expends,
I'll raise a glass to all the absent friends.
True I'm sat here on my, "Jack Jones,"
But don't for one second think I'm on my own,
The ghosts of the past sit on every chair,
It's just I'm the only one that knows their there.
Now don't go feeling sad,
I've seen a lot of things both good and bad,
Too many for me to pretend,
So I'm gonna raise a glass to absent friends.
Life gave me all she'd ever said,
A bunch of stuff to fill my head,
And every seed I've ever sown,
Means least I'm not drinking on my own.