theres this local bar, its one of my favorites. its become my neighborhood hangout. nothing to do, head to the lounge. the barman makes sure i leave happy if the rest of the company disappoints, but it usually doesnt. ive wanted a place like this ever since i moved away from the Harrison Roadhouse in East Lansing. my bar. home away from home. if only they were open during the day. but theres another favorite 2 blocks away that could fill that void, i suppose.
lets top it off with a good drinking hymn...
Well I fell into prison about a quarter till three
Where I found in my cell a glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move
He said, "You drink when you're lonely."
No I drink when I want!
He said, "You'll never be sober."
Sure, why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately
I'm in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company
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