one last toast
Done playin’ jukebox fool,Two-steppin’ my way out smooth.Whiskey’s gone, and so am I,No more drownin’ in goodbye.
Barstool’s cold, time to ride,Ain’t no reason left to hide.Last call, and I’m long gone,No regrets, just movin’ on.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Leavin’ slow with a trail of rust.Tipsy truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Tired of talkin’ to a glass,Waitin’ for the hurt to pass.Every pour just pulls me in,But this time, I ain’t givin’ in.
Shadows stretchin’ ’cross the floor,Ain’t what I come here for.I’ll take the long road home tonight,Find a new dawn with morning light.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Leavin’ slow with a trail of rust.Tipsy truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Mud on my boots, miles on my mind,Leavin’ more than just this bar behind.That ring you tossed? Pawnin’ it for gas,Now I’m grinning my way right outta the past.
Maybe love’s just last call fiction,Or a barstool-bound addiction.But I’m done with chasin’ ghosts in rye,Tonight, I kiss this past goodbye.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Kickin’ up heartbreak in the rust.Stone-cold truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Whiskey’s gone, and so am I.Bar’s closin’, and that goodbye’s dry.Door swings open, boots hit right…One last toast — Now I own the night.
Barstool’s cold, time to ride,Ain’t no reason left to hide.Last call, and I’m long gone,No regrets, just movin’ on.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Leavin’ slow with a trail of rust.Tipsy truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Tired of talkin’ to a glass,Waitin’ for the hurt to pass.Every pour just pulls me in,But this time, I ain’t givin’ in.
Shadows stretchin’ ’cross the floor,Ain’t what I come here for.I’ll take the long road home tonight,Find a new dawn with morning light.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Leavin’ slow with a trail of rust.Tipsy truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Mud on my boots, miles on my mind,Leavin’ more than just this bar behind.That ring you tossed? Pawnin’ it for gas,Now I’m grinning my way right outta the past.
Maybe love’s just last call fiction,Or a barstool-bound addiction.But I’m done with chasin’ ghosts in rye,Tonight, I kiss this past goodbye.
Neon sign can’t hold me back,Boots down, heart packed.One more round, then I’m dust,Kickin’ up heartbreak in the rust.Stone-cold truth, I’m movin’ on,Spinnin’ outta this slow song.
Whiskey’s gone, and so am I.Bar’s closin’, and that goodbye’s dry.Door swings open, boots hit right…One last toast — Now I own the night.