02 Dec 2005
There ain’t nothing on the TV, it’s Friday night
And this old house is cold dark and quiet
I am sad and lonely, I am missing you
I’ve got hours to kill but I’ve got nothing to do
So what will it be girl; your place or mine
Whiskey, rum, tequila, bourbon, vodka, beer or wine
It comes in cans or bottles, has many different names
But drinking alone it just ain’t the same
So if you’re feeling lonesome if you’re sad and blue
If this world has got you down, here’s the thing to do
Call me up, I’m waiting, I will be there
I’ll bring my own bottle and I’ll even let you share