Bourbon & Coke Lyrics & Tabs by Home Brew
Bourbon & Coke
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and we'll be drinking bourbon and coke...
watsup been a long time how u bin i see you round the bend in my
memory now and then and wonder where the hell youand then and
wonder where the hell you went.
i miss u brother and wish that we could all hang out again.
and just for old times we could maybe crack a couple 12%
and stuff we never got to talk about as men plus a bunch of shit
i should've told u but i held it in. and now i feel like if u knew what
i heard you would've never would heve had to do what you did. i should've
told u.
but i was told a man stands on his own two and never talks about the
hardships that he goes through.so i kept it all inside of my self
and now i think about u everytime i tighten my belt. help im
bout to blow drowning in alcohol. i wish these words will probably
show u how
and now i think about u everytime i tighten my belt. help im
bout to blow drowning in alcohol. i wish these words will probably
show u how
we felt about u bro cause i hate to see your mum cry. no one should
have to see
their son die so for this one time we.
drinking bourbon and coke.
looking back on your life with some words that i wrote.
just watching a lifetime burning in smoke.
cos i be high on the sky on the surface im hoping.
cause a good guy young gifted and broke.
drinking woodstock wishing i could stop time
and rewind to find a way to zap
you back alive.but why try revive a life that doesnt want to be.
all that i can do is try to understand your honesty.
and realize that i never know what you
was going through. try appreciate how blessed i was to knowing you.
and still i cant but think about the man you
might have grown into if only
you could've broke the chains that were holding you. whats more only
twenty minutes before when you were round at joes place knocking at
his front door. had've waited one more and this'd been undone.
and no i never would've had to call 111. wouldn't have been up at the
park like an old drunk bum holding tears talking where we
were when your mum rang sitting on that same park bench that we once
hung trying to chop down that fucking tree that you hung from...
bourbon and coke.
