Parks and he's found an other bottle
He tips it up like a trumpet,
he takes a drink and passes it on
farm takes a chorus on the bottle
It ain't much, it ain't good,
but it'll get us through till dawn
Don't the freight yard sound
like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe it gets this cold in
And I can't believe I pissed
Well, if you take me back this time, baby,
Parks takes another drink and
he starts to sing off -key
There's not a man big enough round
And in the cold morn he's singing hey -oke,
Don't the freight yard sound
like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe against this cold bar
story and I can't believe I pissed my
20s away but if you take me back this time
baby I promise you I'll stay
Parks hands me the bottle
I could listen forever to that
Park starts laughing hard,
but he doesn't make a sound.
He grabs the bottle back from me an
d kills the last of the wine.
And in the fires glow, I can see his eyes
And they shine like brake lights
And I am grateful I cannot see mine
Don't the freight yard sound
like a drunk in a metal shop
I can't believe against this cold in
And I can't believe I pissed
Well if you take me back this time