Lyrics

<p>Water From a Bourbon Glass<br /> <br /> Over, hung over<br /> Well, I'm over whether I was hung last night<br /> The case is packed<br /> She may be stacked, but stocks have sunk<br /> Over, hung over<br /> but the doggy hair might hold me til tonight<br /> and so I think<br /> it's time the drink &amp; I got drunk<br /> <br /> it all floats up from my disturbin' past<br /> I'm drinking water from a bourbon glass<br /> <br /> Water, need water --<br /> well, I need it 'cause of all the rot last night<br /> as glass gets stains,<br /> the memory wanes, the wax is mess<br /> Memory, sweet memory,<br /> I watch you wash away and wash away last night<br /> Kentucky fried<br /> burn to one side, burn nonetheless<br /> <br /> no southern comforts for my urban ass<br /> I'm drinking water from a bourbon glass<br /> <br /> Jim and Basil, and Old Weller<br /> give four roses to this feller<br /> Elijah, Evan, Ezra, Elmer, Sam<br /> Another plan that I may botch<br /> but something no one else can scotch<br /> so trace the buffalo, who gives a damn?<br /> <br /> Water, sweet water --<br /> well, it's sweet because of what I had last night<br /> The wheat was high<br /> Some jokes were wry but most were corn<br /> Water, sweet water --<br /> comfort me after the way I got last night<br /> I found the note<br /> that's all she wrote, a death reborn<br /> <br /> but there's one last thing that I've gotta ask:<br /> was that her bourbon in my water glass?</p>