It always ends up, the end of the night. It looks like I’m putting up one last fight. I pack up my stuff and I load it up and run back to the bar to give here one last look.
And she sees baby are you all right I said baby I going to be all right it looks like you’re putting up one last fight.
I can’t believe how much she reminds me of her. Man that was one long drive three hundred miles before I took over for the night.
And she said baby are you all right I said baby I’m going to be alright it looks like I putting up one last fight.
And it never fails the bottom of my tip jar. I’m so tempted to stick it in my arm but one night with you always felt so right. So tonight I’m putting up one last fight.
And she said baby, are you all right I said baby, I’m going to be all right. It looks like I’m putting up one last fight.
Baby, are you all right I said baby, I’m going to be all right. It looks like I’m putting up one last fight.
Baby, are you all right I said baby, I going to be all right. It looks like I’m putting up one last fight.
