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letra de give the drunk a pistol - carl lorusso jr.

[verse 1]
give the drunk a pistol, leave the car downtown
ol’ stumblin’ mister, spirit heavy on the ground
sir blackened lung, roper toe tapper, two packs on the day
train jacket still neat & dapper though the pocket square is frayed
coffee stain on his stetson, another shot on the way
give the drunk a pistol, breakfast can wait

[verse 2]
ol’ freddy boy is for real, you’ll excuse his departure
he’s perched up on his barstool like a graveyard sculpture
high on the alley smoke & thе dust from his crystal ball
never been a son to anyone hе just cripples up & down the hall
of the old hotel, he’s a shape-shiftin’, wallet-liftin’ saint
& when the cops come a-trailing, the desk clerk tells ’em where he ain’t
[verse 3]
shouting vows at every passing girl, greetings aren’t his strength
thinks himself the machine, but he’s just twistin’ the crank
says “you believe in sipping whiskey, boy, yeah & the devils just a friend
i’ll slow down on my drowning when i see our savior rise again”
his hands scanning the panels of this boring hotel hut
57,000 channels & the cable’s been cut

[verse 4]
freddy says “you don’t know the night ’till you’ve carved her initials in the sand
& you don’t know life ’till you’ve held it dying in your hands
& you don’t know dirt until it’s buried your every breath
& you don’t know work until it’s done in your head”
freddy i’ve seen a little but i don’t claim to know a thing
so thank you for your wisdom, let me buy you a drink

[verse 5]
to find peace amongst these burdens, i lay hope for your glory
freddy my shaking hands can only scratch out the story
of life in the wintertime, defiant of season
and love old & splintered by drunken unreason
between you & me, man, i’m feelin’ pretty hot
so give the drunk a pistol, won’t you load me a shot

- carl lorusso jr

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