A smooth, easy song from an experienced player who has wizened to the truth that most good things involve a comfortable chair and a shot of whiskey - neat. Picture a man in an easy chair with the world racing by out the window while he peers through the golden liquid in his glass, satisfied.
A smooth, easy song from an experienced player who has wizened to the truth that most good things involve a comfortable chair and a shot of whiskey - neat. Picture a man in an easy chair with the world racing by out the window while he peers through the golden liquid in his glass, satisfied. Mixed Vocals, Americana Music, Americana Roots
Track Summary Music Track Title: Whiskey Catalog ID: 464969
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Description: A smooth, easy song from an experienced player who has wizened to the truth that most good things involve a comfortable chair and a shot of whiskey - neat. Picture a man in an easy chair with the world racing by out the window while he peers through the golden liquid in his glass, satisfied.
I don’t go out dancing in the middle of the night
Some say that’s sad
I say I think that’s bright
I seen all them moves down on the dance floor
I reckon it was fun; then I got bored.
And I don’t out at night looking for spice
Some say that’s sad
I say I think that’s bright
Too much spice gonna make your heart burn
I reckon that’s true; that’s what I learned.
And ooooo, time slips away
One moment it’s the middle of the night
The next it’s the middle of the day.
I just don’t go stepping out much
Some say that’s sad
I say, “what’s your rush?”
When you’re out all over town looking for me
I’ll be right here at home drinking whiskey.
I was having me this dream but then I feel asleep
Some of them dreams just too damned hard to keep
I tossed and turned me the whole night through
When I woke up my dream had come true.
But I ain’t trying to say this gonna happen to you
Letting your life go; letting love pass on through
I just tired of grabbing for things that aren’t there
I’d rather be right here at home asleep on my chair.
And ooooo, time slips away
One moment it’s the middle of the night
The next it’s the middle of the day.
I just don’t go stepping out much
Some say that’s sad
I say, “what’s your rush?”
When you’re out all over town looking for me
I’ll be right here at home drinking whiskey.
