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letra de kentucky gold - tom scott (ygb)

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drowning my avondale blues in kentucky gold
broken brain stems / burning flames in a buckie bowl
the sweet smell of mother mary that my mother rolled
while rubber soul revolved to soothe a troubled soul

my old man sold his for a bag of beans
fiends with old showbiz dreams they hadn’t seen
my mother caught us drinking cider on a trampoline
didn’t understand that that was standard, i was standard three

i spent my best days at school sitting at the dean
drinking kristov like cristal mixed with l&p
they were drinking bernadino with some girls from baradene
we were hanging with some girls from kelston on the kerosene

used to know a sheila that could scull a whole aquila
and still drive us home sweet in her old caldina
scullin’ cheap tequila by the litre like ribena
when all we had to live for was gout and emphysema

sippin’ mississippi in my mother’s mitsubishi
tipsy off some good home brew and bad whisky
was me, mal and gibby like ash, brock and misty
sitting in the park p-ssy-drunk with some pidgies

flashbacks when mad jacks was $10.50
g-ssed if i had cash to get a bag of twisty
down and out, no one had a half a sh-t to give me
thinkin’ ‘bout if i did it, would my missy miss me?

it was me and them
back of the bus, plastic cup
full of seagers gin
nothin’ in the fridge – just some john west and mi goreng

they said i was dope but i was broke
i was bfn
sitting by myself
havin’ a d and m

mask on like nacho while i march on all macho
drinking country in a country drunk on bravado
couldn’t trust my man, my fam far from whanau
used to burn about a half o up in a arvo

that’s all i had
a pen and a pad up in the lab
doing a lag like my dad
scullin the sav out the bag

tryna scab cash for gas
to gap back to tat south
yacked up some cognac i racked
and johnny blacked out

did all that to come back round
to where i’m at now
drinkin’ einsteiny out the tap
at the tap house

in ad
back up in the neighbourhood that raised me
crazy
lookin’ back on days, they all grainy

traded in my vb for green tea
traded in my cc and dry for a hot chai and a cream brie
used to run it straight like (???)
now i’m straight weekend warrior
they say they hardly see me

charlie got my homies all whackin’ on charlie sheenie
i just wanna sip on a cuppa like auntie queenie
maybe get a apple martini in santorini
take the money from the man and take my fam to fiji

i used to hit the hen straight
now i got my head straight
used to drink about ten flame
just on a wednesday

used to be about that life
now i’m ‘bout the pen game
and i’m feelin’ like i’m mj
bangin’ on dikembe

got to tell my mother no more cancer on the x-ray
i told her i love her took her out to get some penne
feel like abercrombie reminiscing on his best game
at westlake while was working at woolworths at westgate

look, that’s just how i feel
that’s just how i feel
picked up the hand that i was dealt
and now know how to deal

and i was higher than a power bill
am still
but can’t a man chill with a chill can of amstel?
look

i tried to make or break
i hid the (???)
then sunk myself inside my drink
and drunk until i drunk my weight

any problem that i ever solved? alcohol
now i’m tryna dig myself up out the hole
kentucky gold

- tom scott ygb

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