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Blues 'n Booze
Brownie passed the bottle
And I put it to my lips.
In all truth I took
Just one little sip
Sitting next to Brownie
In a state of awe
Sitting next to Brownie
And whats more
Sharing a bottle as Sonny
Played a mouth harp blues.
So hard to believe
But I swear its true
We shared a drop of Scotch
Old Brownie and me
And we sang along with
Sonny, old Brownie and me
So many years ago
Both of them long gone
But in my mind
That scene lingers on
Sitting next to Brownie
Almost in a state of grace
Sitting next to Brownie
In a very special place
In all truth I took
Just one little sip
As Brownie passed the bottle
And I put it to my lips.
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Blues `n Booze
Blues `n Booze