Title: Sour Whiskey
Artist: Dan Hill
Composer(s): Dan Hill
Lyric:
Hand me down another whiskey sour
I'm a willing victim to the spell and I just can't rebel
I'm far too thirsty and too tired
Hold me like you'd hold a broken soldier
Who's forgotten the meaning of war please don't' close that door
I'm about as pure as a children's choir
Sunshine, can you spread your warmth over me?
Chase the clouds from the sky casually
Make me feel like a child once again
Sunshine, how does it feel lost in the sky?
Is it dizzy looking down from that high?
Well you know you've always got a friend
One more drink and this day will be over
I can already feel the cold, my jacket I sold
For fifteen dollars worth of booze
One more drink and I'll be off on some rainbow
Looking down at this world below I'm so high that I'm low
But this is the only life I'd choose
Sunshine, can you spread your warmth over me?
Chase the clouds from the sky casually
Make me feel like a child once again
Sunshine, how does it feel lost in the sky?
Is it dizzy looking down from that high?
Well, you know you've always got a friend
Well, you know you've always got a friend
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