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Eilen Jewell
Letters from Sinners & Strangers
High Shelf Booze
If my man asks ââ¬Ëbout what Iââ¬â¢ll do
Now that heââ¬â¢s turned me loose
Tell him Iââ¬â¢ve gone to meet all the girls
And drink all that high shelf booze
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze
You wonââ¬â¢t catch me dead with no blues
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze
You wonââ¬â¢t catch me dead with no blues
I always said Iââ¬â¢d be his slave
Before I would be his dog
But it looks like heââ¬â¢s got me rambling ââ¬Ëround
And sleeping in a hollow log
A hollow log, a hollow log
Sleeping in a hollow log
A hollow log, a hollow log
Sleeping in a hollow log
Well itââ¬â¢s one man on Sunday, another on Monday
Two on Tuesday afternoon
Easy come, easy go
You wonââ¬â¢t hear me sing no lonesome tune
Easy come, easy go
You wonââ¬â¢t hear me sing no lonesome tune
Easy come, easy go
You wonââ¬â¢t hear me sing no lonesome tune