Brown Liquor John
Congratulations are in order
It's time to entertain
His Rolex watch, imported scotch
It's bonus time again
He meets every expectation
The career his daddy chose
A wife that gave his Mamma hope
For the joy a Nanna knows
He pours brown liquid in a glass
Another sip towards his bypass
And wonders how to keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
Keep gathering the trophies
All that matters is the score
He got himself 2 children
But he still wants point 4 more
He's searching in the margins
For a version of himself
Avoiding all the mirrors
Cos' it's better for his health
He drinks a toast to his great success
Never asked for happiness
And he wonders how to keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
All the drunks are equal
Sunday morning at the shrine
Take their taste of holy bread
All searching for a sign
Nothing fills the spaces
There's no magic wand to wave
Keep on seeking more and more
But his soul can't be saved
He crushes pills into a line
Wash them down with holy wine
Cos he knows he can't keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
We'll drink a toast to his great success
He never asked for happiness
In the end he couldn't keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
Yeah, that's the tale of brown liquor John
It's time to entertain
His Rolex watch, imported scotch
It's bonus time again
He meets every expectation
The career his daddy chose
A wife that gave his Mamma hope
For the joy a Nanna knows
He pours brown liquid in a glass
Another sip towards his bypass
And wonders how to keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
Keep gathering the trophies
All that matters is the score
He got himself 2 children
But he still wants point 4 more
He's searching in the margins
For a version of himself
Avoiding all the mirrors
Cos' it's better for his health
He drinks a toast to his great success
Never asked for happiness
And he wonders how to keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
All the drunks are equal
Sunday morning at the shrine
Take their taste of holy bread
All searching for a sign
Nothing fills the spaces
There's no magic wand to wave
Keep on seeking more and more
But his soul can't be saved
He crushes pills into a line
Wash them down with holy wine
Cos he knows he can't keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
We'll drink a toast to his great success
He never asked for happiness
In the end he couldn't keep on keeping on
That's the tale of brown liquor John
Yeah, that's the tale of brown liquor John
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Writer(s): Patricia Duffy
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