JORDAN FAYE: lead vocal & mandolin
BRIAN SCARTH: harmony vocal & guitar
DAVE HAFFEY: banjo & double bass
lyrics
I sat her down on Saturday and tried to explain
Why on Friday night I fried my brain
How I was thirsty on Thursday,
Though she witnessed things on Wednesday
That she'd rather never see me do again
It's true enough that Tuesday has always been my booze day
And Monday's hard to make it through sober
But I'll buy the day's first round
As the evening sun goes down
Guess I'm spending Sunday evening without her
Yeah, she's jealous of the bottle, it sure has that allure
And I seem to spend more time with it than her
I drink a bottle, I get full, then she gets fed up
And we both become a different shade of green
Yeah, she's jealous of the bottle when I come home late
She knows just where I've been
To feel the contour of the bottle or the curve of her hips
You think I'd stick with her and that'd be it
But I hear her frequent holler
When the scent upon my collar
Gives away what's been pressed up against my lips
I know it isn't fair for me to keep up this affair
When I see how much she cares for me, despite
How after every tender kiss
I drink down her nemesis
And I'll meet up with that mistress again tonight
credits
from The Grey Owls,
released April 30, 2013
lyrics & music written by Jordan Faye
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