One shot, two shots
Three shots for the road
An avalanche of laughter
Only Sailor Jerry knows
What we find so funny
I guess he's been here before
And your mama will tell us
To quiet down the sound
But she gives a little grin
When she turns her face around
She curses when we leave
But she wishes she could join the crowd
One toke, two tokes
Three tokes in a Ford
The cops don't find the humor
But Jesus nudges at the Lord
"Look at them kids
Could Heaven give anymore?"
We roll down the blacktop
Like molasses on the freeze
Our sense of time is stunted
While summer whispers on the breeze
We can't go home now
When even the stars follow your lead
One can, two cans
Three cans make a tower
Seven cans later
And you downed them in an hour
Five in the morning
Even the sun resists your power
Now the rest is just a blur
Just a humble girl's dream
Of a Friday in the moonlight
In a Northern woods scene
I give the credit to you
For memories, Kiley Jean
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