Crazy Joe's last minute in Tennessee
I saw your bloody face in an old bar with dusty chairs and old tables, somewhere in the woods of Tennessee Your face smiled towards me, as I sat down by the fire - those black eyes just wouldn't stop looking at me So I pulled out my gun and pointed it at you "Jesus Christ", you said and started dancing on the bar "I am not playing games here", I told him as my hands started shaking And the people around us started laughing, as they glanced at me Fearless, I thought and loaded my gun So a bottle of beer came flying in my direction and landed on my forehead I could feel the blood on my lips and the crowd stopped laughing I stood there, on the bar, with the bottle of beer in my hand and couldn't understand a god damn thing Now I don't mind being a little bit crazy from time to time, "Sir, you need to leave. You are ill." The waitress pointed to my head and started walking away from me Was an old man drinking a Jack and Coke, while he was mocking me, putting his tongue outside his mouth and giving me the middle finger Aw, fuck this, I thought C'est la vie
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