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Whiskey In Your Shoes

Frank Black
My friend is speechless, will you give him some wine?
He lost his own son at the drag-racing line
Oh, please, tell us, bartender, what can he do?
Cry some tears for your water and pour whiskey in your shoes

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Got divorce papers and we put down the ink
Tonight I won't be having my usual drink
Hey there, bartender, can you make me something new?
Cry some tears for your water, I'll pour whiskey in your shoes

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Hey there, bartender, can I owe you the cash?
'Cause the end of world, well, it came in a flash
And I know that tomorrow I'll have some new excuse
To cry tears for my water and pour whiskey in my shoes

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down

Nothing to do about it
First you grab it
Then you lift it
Then you pour it down