Bourbon Boogie

Bourbon Boogie

Choppin’ good old logs for six days in a row.
Bustin’ his ass, to get the job done.
For Mr. high muckamuck fast is to slow.
No paycheck, no option it’s settled by the gun.
The conclusion is unfortunate, no one else to blame.
Headin’ down to Club Kentucky guessin’ he’d forget.
The mess he got himself into it’s always the same.
Not a man of many words, all that he said:

I want it, I need it, Bourbon Boogie.
I want it, I need it, Bourbon Boogie.
SWING!

Working on his V8 for six days in a row.
Bustin’ his ass to get the job done.
The bitch started whinin’ ’bout a low cashflow.
No talking, just kicking, didn’t know about a son
The conclusion is unfortunate, no one else to blame.
Headin’ down to Club Kentucky guessin’ he’d forget.
The mess he got himself into it’s always the same.
Not a man of many words, all that he said:

I want it, I need it, Bourbon Boogie.
I want it, I need it, Bourbon Boogie.
SWING!

I want it, I need it, I crave it, can’t beat it, drinkin’ pools of┬áBourbon Boogie.
Keep drinking, keep drinking, keep drinking, keep drinking, keep drinking, Bourbon Boogie.
SWING!