(G. Liszt) Hey bartender, that’s a lovely beer Did she love me not? Did she love me dear? I can’t ravel back an unraveling mind But if I take that drink I can travel in time Back in the days of summer Flaming and blissful Me and you, a stamen and pistil Love be lofty, love be risky But if she won’t have me You can love me whiskey I’m holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way Way to forget should I know for sure I’m ready to go home and sink in the bunk Good boys don’t get stinking and drunk
I can’t find the fun in my sober living When there’s no forgetting and such slow forgiving I’m holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure Hey Barnett, I’d have a final shot I don’t care if I’ll be fine or not Someday you can find me sober But tonight I’m a five-leaf clover I’m holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure I’m holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure