I do my Drinking Alone (With Bill Frizzell)

You turn an April shower into a driving rain You turn a cool night’s breeze into a hurricane I’m tired of your blabber mouth talking With never anything to say So don’t wait up mama, I’m walking I’m going out to play I don’t need a situation I ain’t gonna go back home I’m tired of degradation Tonight I’m mine I do my drinking alone I’ll find a corner bar that serves a wicked assed drink Off the beaten up path, where I can hear myself think Down on some boondock avenue, where lonely hearts don’t care So don’t go…

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