Three Drinks

Three drinks
And I know it's time to stop
Maybe one more
Big mistake
Guy in the corner plays guitar
Voice too high
Now a Bill Withers song
Still too shrill
Am I the designated driver?
Better stop now
Down the road
Another bar
To find a way to sobriety
Why don't I feel cold?
A two-step plays
Let's chase each other around the room tonight
While fat old cowboys glide around the floor
Seeming content and happier
Than I can remember
Hold it together man

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