Moonshine Thursday
Thursday night with nothing to do
It’s a long weekend
And the fridge is empty
But, I know a place
Down at the end of Sycamore Road
A still hidden in the back
And Mason Jars full of moonshine
The people there are just like me
Sad, lonely and just a little bit crazy
But, they all love to drink and have fun
And that is what I need right now
So, after an hour of backyard banjo
And at least a gallon of shine
The empty fridge and my empty belly is a memory
And that fat girl at the corner table
In the halter top and cut off jeans is looking good
Well, she is looking mighty good
Another gallon of drink
I’’ll take her home for the night
I know I will wake up wondering what I have done
And who she is
But, after another drink or two or three
This Friday won't look so bad
Except for my broken fridge and the naked girl in my bed
They may make me stop drinking
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