Bless all the bartenders who know you by name,
Bless all your friends who forget all your shame,
Bless all the pickups and unwinding on a Saturday night,
Bless the song on the jukebox that gets you feeling just right.
And God bless my whiskey soaked mustache.
Bless gas station hot dogs and self set bowling pins,
Styrofoam coolers, and trading the weekdays for weekends.
Bless having a good woman, and cold feet under cold sheets,
Fork and spoon wind chimes, and grills cooking hot meats.
And God bless my whiskey soaked mustache.
God bless Tennessee Bourbon, Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias,
Bless 50 cent pool tables and flirtatious waitresses.
Bless when it starts to get cold and guys telling terrible jokes,
Sitting on the back porch, a good cigar and thick smoke.
And God bless my whiskey soaked mustache.
4 comments:
Love this... wait... what waitress is flirting with you.... hehheh, just teasing... who could blame her?
heheh weird... this makes it look like I'm impersonating you... no this is yo wife!!
Brilliant.
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