Brown Liquor

This seat here ain't up for sale
It's my home on misery street
I come in here most every night
Asking how I lost your love so sweet
I practically own this place
Though bartender may disagree
With tears and brown liquor
I do my nightly therapy
There's plenty of other properties
I could easily choose to go
But this joint is the best place
Where I can tell my tale of woe
There is no price for your memory
There's nowhere for the bidding to start
Oh woman you still have real estate
In my poor broken heart

I may reside right here
The whole dark night through
With tears and brown liquor
I try to make my peace with you
It's a real paradox
A puzzle I can't even define
How you could belong to someone else
And to me at the same damn time
Well I have found the solution
Two magical liquids combined
Tears, tears and brown liquor
To drown you outta my mind
I want you to meet my buddies over here
Jim and Jack and Johnnie
And over here there's that bunch all named Mac
They're the best!