Dan Hill – Sour Whiskey

Hand me down another whiskey sour

I’m a willing victim to its spell

And I just can’t rebel

I’m far too thirsty and too tired

Hold me like you’d hold a broken soldier

Who’s forgotten the meaning of war

Please don’t’ close that door

I’m about as pure as a children’s choir

Chorus:

Sunshine

Can you spread your warmth over me

Chase the clouds from the sky casually

Make me feel like a child

Once again

Sunshine

How does it feel lost in the sky

Is it dizzy looking down from that high

Well you know

You’ve always got a friend

One more drink and this day’ll be over

I can already feel the cold

My jacket I sold

For fifteen dollars worth of booze

One more drink and I’ll be off on some

Rainbow

Looking down at this world below

I’m so high that I’m low

But this is the only life I’d choose