Where taking "The Fifth" can lead you
Galen Breen, guitars and production, Dusty Drake, vocals, Lex Zaleta, lyrics
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She said, "You can't mix booze with holy matrimony!"
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THE FIFTH
Well, she left me four times,
Then she left me a fifth.
I don’t think she could find
A better parting gift.
Gonna drink my way out
Of the mess I’m in;
Maybe a Guinness Stout
Followed by some straight gin.
Save her bottle for last,
That Walker Black Label.
Drinkin’ away the past,
Drinkin’ it under the table.
Well, she left me four times,
Then she left me a fifth.
I don’t think she could find
A better parting gift.
Sweet honey on the rocks
With a bourbon bracer.
Honey talks and then walks,
Doesn’t need a chaser.
She said, “You can’t mix booze
With holy matrimony!”
So she asked me to choose:
“Will it be whiskey or me?”
Well, she left me four times,
Then she left me a fifth.
I don’t think she could find
A better parting gift.
Can’t get her believin’
I can take it or leave it.
Every time I take it
She starts to leavin’.
When my heart’s gettin’ dark,
I try a few Coors’ Light.
Wash down the Cutty Sark,
And the future looks bright.
Well, she left me four times,
Then she left me a fifth.
I don’t think she could find
A better parting gift.
When that little woman asks you,
“Will it be whiskey or me?”
Don’t be cute and say,
“Would you repeat those choices, please?”
Take my advice and
Take THE FIFTH!
Copyright © 2005 Lex Zaleta
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