listened to the final show
20 feet from the liquor store; not one craving. Just tons of joy knowing, that's not me & I don't need that.
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine.
More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine.