Rory Gallagher – Bourbon (Guitar)

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Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop, trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop

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He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe

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He had the DT 's for breakfast, the shakes till noon, he picked up his bag and left his motel room

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His head is held high but his heart is on its knees

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Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan, gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can

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Another destination, someplace else to play

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Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park, they tried to make it work was ruined from the start

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He had to shake the rust; it became time to leave

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  It's a honky-tonk engagement,     but there's no better place to play

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  His face feels like crazy pavement,     it's getting more lined every day

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Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain, she says he's too old to have these growing pains

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But something keeps him moving, living on through the night

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But as the night approaches, a change is in the air, his heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares

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The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere

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  It's a honky-tonk engagement,    but there's no better place to play

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  His mind feels like crazy pavement,     he's getting crazed out every day

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Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop, trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop

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He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to play

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He had the DT's for breakfast, the chills till noon, he packed his guitar and left his motel room

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His head is held high but his heart is on its knees