Ode To Bourbon

I remember their names, as I fan the flames to the fire

Just a stiff one and Waylon are the only two things I desire

It's been a damn long year, and it really don't help

That I really ain't been too good to myself

Cause I can't get past all this pain and depression I'm in

So sing me, sing me to sleep

And pour me another drink

Well I don't know what happened between bourbon and man

But I'll be at the gates with a glass in my hand

And tell old Saint Peter quite frankly I don't give a damn

I'm sure one day I'll pay for my sins