lyrics
Drink me down, Drink me down,
I’ll swallow your frown.
Drink me down, dirnk me down,
Til your cares hit the ground.
I’m singing to my Seagram’s Seven,
And she is singing back to me.
I’m singing to my bottle of scotch.
Cuz I’ve got lots of time and no place to be.
So pick me up and drink me down
Let your worries hit the ground.
That old familiar essence flows
Envelops me in all my woes
My sorry wage won’t pay the bills,
But I’m not thinking bout that right now,
Drink me down, Drink me down,
Not a soul around,
Drink me down, drink me down,
Lose your problems in my golden brown.
I’m singing to my Seagram’s Seven
Cuz I aint got no hand to hold
I’m singing to my bottle of scotch.
Cuz’ I ain’t got no love, there’s no one for me.
So pick me up and drink me down
Let your worries hit the ground.
That old familiar essence flows
Envelops me in all my woes
My sorry wage won’t pay the bills,
But I’m not thinking bout that right now,
I’m singing to my Seagram’s Seven
Cuz I aint got no hand to hold
I’m singing to my bottle of scotch.
Cuz’ I ain’t got no love, there’s no one for me.
credits
from
Drink Me Down,
released September 20, 2012
T.J. Neighbors - Lead Vocals
Patrick Eck - Guitars
Ray Burke - Bass
Charles Eck - Drums
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