From my pal whiskey a peg I borrow
To drown therein my load of sorrow
It takes no time for the peg to be gone
But my darned sorrow not leaves me alone!
I plead with whiskey to lend one more
As my empty glass is quite an eyesore
A damned liberal he pours me more
Still not gone sorrow when pegs are four!
My cheeks are flushed red and hot
One on one he pours me shot
Can't stop me though a bitch's son
My sorrow still flows in plenty gallon!
The more he pours more get me dumbed
My brain takes leave thinking is numbed
From the empty glass sorrow winks a smile
I hear it say won't leave you a while!
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