Tincture for Trouble

There's a tincture for troubles, a salve for souls
In a bottle, in a well, in a watering hole
You'll never feel pain. You'll never grow old
It's all under control. You're under control

Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph
Remember, you tend to forget yourself
When you've had one-two many, three-four many
Far too many to count
On yourself

Slip through the bars. Shake all the hands
Dance with the women and chant for the band
Shout every first name. Mouth every last word
Sometimes, you take pictures, but it's always a blur

Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph
Remember, you tend to forget yourself
When you've had one too many, three-four many
Far too many to count
On yourself

Sing loud and hard; and pound your guitar
Put another round on the wrong credit card
The bartender knows you'll come crawling tomorrow
To kiss Irish coffee and pick up your car

Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph
Remember, you tend to forget yourself
When you've had one too many, three-four many
Far too many to count
On yourself