Gold
Another night in the heat of the fire
Game on TV coming down to the wire
And it's late, I've been at it all day
Glazed eyes on the clock again
Adam in a haze yelling GO BIG RED
He's toast and he's not alone
Before the last whiskey could be poured
He asks me, "Friend, you wanna go get more?"
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go!)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll!)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
(Whoo!)
Head on to the downtown stretch
The greatest pub in the Haymarket and it's full
Dollars on the wall.
Get in line for one last call
Get us those Irish car bombs, I'm home!
But man I'm gone
(I'm fine, I'm fine)
The waitress turns us around by the hips
You boys will get one free if I can join in
(Okay!)
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go!)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll!)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
(Haha)
Drinks can't save our sorry minds
We're swinging down to closing time, alone
And oh how I know
That we can drown these days in glass
But it'll mean a whole lot less when you've
Bottle necked your blues
Now the sign says closed and they're all gone
Come join all my friends we'll sing along
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
And everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm
Gold!
Game on TV coming down to the wire
And it's late, I've been at it all day
Glazed eyes on the clock again
Adam in a haze yelling GO BIG RED
He's toast and he's not alone
Before the last whiskey could be poured
He asks me, "Friend, you wanna go get more?"
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go!)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll!)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
(Whoo!)
Head on to the downtown stretch
The greatest pub in the Haymarket and it's full
Dollars on the wall.
Get in line for one last call
Get us those Irish car bombs, I'm home!
But man I'm gone
(I'm fine, I'm fine)
The waitress turns us around by the hips
You boys will get one free if I can join in
(Okay!)
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go!)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll!)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
(Haha)
Drinks can't save our sorry minds
We're swinging down to closing time, alone
And oh how I know
That we can drown these days in glass
But it'll mean a whole lot less when you've
Bottle necked your blues
Now the sign says closed and they're all gone
Come join all my friends we'll sing along
Oh you know I'm down to go
(Oh I'm down to go)
Oh you know I'm down to roll
(Oh I'm down to roll)
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
'Cause everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm Gold
And everybody just seems so uptight
But I'm
Gold!
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Writer(s): John C. Stewart
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