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"Straight Shot To Hell"
Straight Shot To Hell
Crown,
Jack,
didn't matter that night
intentions were to forget,
figured it would take a bottle or two
should have known better,
this was about you.
Tequila without the sunrise
a dark night with Jose
didn't matter,
I was looking for an ocean.
Knew what I was doing
brought my tears with me
even had my own designated driver,
a bottle of emotion.
Went through hell that night with you
right arm got a workout
pocket was emptied
vaguely recalling that last long island tea,
except for the headache
and fading memory.
Old Granddad was a wise one
knew how to cure
wasn't take two and call me in the morning
was straight shots through the heart,
I listened well.
A new day
an old hangover
but at least it was over,
the night I drank you away.
©Brian Glenn
