From Wine, Women and Song(to Beer, the Old Lady..

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From Wine, Women and Song(to Beer, the Old Lady and Football)I useta wine 'em and dine 'emdance 'em, romance 'embad boy kisses 'neath burgundy moonspick-up truck...luke warm Cold Duckwatch that gear shift...we'd cuddle upwith a mix tape of Skynard tunesthen I fell for a sassy southern queencos she gave me the finger till I gave her a ringI went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and footballjust look at me now, hangin' 'round the housevelvet painting of poker playin' dogscoffee table full of Penney's catalogspizza pockets on my platehunnerd channels on the DISHis this my fatehow did it come to thisI went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and footballMonday night...duct tape easy chairCheeto dust in my chest hairbig game...Dallas vs New Yorkbuzz cut 'neath my ball capher tank top can't hide her black bra strapand she's sneakin' swigs from my last quartbut me and the missus made a friendly betI took Dallas and she took the Jetscos I went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and footballjust look at me now, hangin' 'round the housevelvet painting of poker playin' dogscoffee table full of Penney's catalogspizza pockets on my platehunnerd channels on the DISHis this my fatehow did it come to thisI went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and footballwell, I bet smartand my Baby lostwhen Dallas beat New Yorkso be still my heartwhen her tank top came offshe looked good enough to eat from a forkyeah, I played the oddsI still love her bodand I thank God I went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and footballjust look at me now, hangin' 'round the housetearing the pillows off our rent-a-couchcos we need room for stretching outk-Mart lamps are made to breakGood Lord that gal can kissI hope this my fatehow did it come to thisI went from wine, women and songto beer, the old lady and football(c)2005 Robert George