Empty Trash

Louisville A.D.


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Here's to the lady from South Carolina
How do you do
Here's to the kid in the blue uniform
Oh my what's a mother to do
And me I'm sittin' and thinking
Seems like a lifetime
I've been in here drinking
Old friend to anyone
Willing to buy me a few...

There was a lady I loved in my
Younger days
What's that you say
Was she pretty as you
How 'bout us oh sure I see
You're the sailor's girl
Just a kid is that the best you can do
Well hell never wanted to be with you
Anyway
I've got important things I've got to do
Today
Don't come back crying babe
One more I'm on my way...

And it's Louisville A.D.
After dawn, after dark, after drinking
'Til three

Nothing beats singing along to the sound
Of a steel guitar
Won't someone please feed the jukebox
A quarter
I must have left all my change in the car
What do you mean leave
You can't be closing yet
Where'd everybody go I must have dozed
A bit
How about one on the house
Times are so hard...

And it's Louisville A.D.
After dawn, after dark, after drinking
'Til three

And it's Louisville A.D.
After dawn, after dark, after drinking
'Til three