Lex Zaleta - The Fifth (with Dusty Drake)
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THE FIFTH Well, she left me four times, Then she left me a fifth. I donât think she could find A better parting gift. Gonna drink my way out Of the mess Iâm in; Maybe a Guinness Stout Followed by some straight gin. Save her bottle for last, That Walker Black Label. Drinkinâ away the past, Drinkinâ it under the table. Well, she left me four times, Then she left me a fifth. I donât think she could find A better parting gift. Sweet honey on the rocks With a bourbon bracer. Honey talks and then walks, Doesnât need a chaser. She said, âYou canât mix booze With holy matrimony!â So she asked me to choose: âWill it be whiskey or me?â Well, she left me four times, Then she left me a fifth. I donât think she could find A better parting gift. Canât get her believinâ I can take it or leave it. Every time I take it She starts to leavinâ. When my heartâs gettinâ dark, I try a few Coorsâ Light. Wash down the Cutty Sark, And the future looks bright. Well, she left me four times, Then she left me a fifth. I donât think she could find A better parting gift. When that little woman ask you, âWill it be whiskey or me?â Donât be cute and say, âWould you repeat those choices, please?â Take my advice and Take THE FIFTH! Copyright  2005 Lex Zaleta