he vomitted on a canvas after a night he doesn't recall
four thousand on the auction block and he became a rich man.
i recall the night in all its haze and glory
and although not an amazing story
four thousand on the auction block and he became a rich man.
and me, look at this pot still calling the kettle black
the dog was dead long before the country song was written.
just another shot and we both forget it all
the saddest ending to the last-last call
the dog was dead long before the country song was written.
four thousand on the auction block for two washed up drunks and dead dog listening to a country song they never understood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem