Every Song on the Jukebox

I‘ll drink up every song on the Jukebox,

  Just pour me my whisky, put it on rocks.

My woman done left on a smoky old bus,

  Told me that I’m one Godawful cuss.

I will be here ‘til it’s closin’ time,

  And the Jukebox has taken every last dime.

I’ll play all the sad songs as my heart aches,

  And make sure the barkeep ain’t gittin no breaks.

Don’t water my drinks or call me a cab,

  Just add some more booze onto my tab.

If I should happen to fall on the floor,

  You can drag me out of the door.

If they should ask what happened to me,

  Tell ‘em the whisky has set me free.

Those sorrowful tunes can be heard for three blocks,

  As I drink up each song on the Jukebox.

LDT July 26, ‘25

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