Glasses are broken, the bottles are done, they're
Busily washing the bar
They're gradually filing outta the place, and
Chris put away his guitar
My vision is blurry, I canna stand up
I smell like a medieval beer -
All the Couples slow dancing' they spin 'round the room, and
soon there'll be nobody here
CHORUS
I was on a sweet mission to find a good lass,
so loveless I'll no longer roam,
of all the fine girls who captured my eye,
the whiskey's the one I'll take home.
Spending my nights with my dreams in the pub,
fine ladies, I watch come and go , I'm
drinkin so much, that I'm wearing' my lunch,
by the time that the welcome sign glows
Another cold night with my hands in my pants, and my
wallet in the no money zone, I will
sway and I'll twirl like a man on a date, but
whiskey's the one I'll take home.
CHORUS
One day, I'll be wedded right here at the bar, my
bride standing right next to me she will
wear a gold label that says "eighty proof" and
bottled in a town far from me. She's
Smooth and she's curvy, and fills up the glass,
she listens to my tales of woe, it's no
longer a mystery at the end of the night,
the whiskey's the one I took home
A new EP from Low Leaf expands on the wide-ranging and intoxicating jazz and ambient fusion that defined her earlier work. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 3, 2024