Alan West Brockman
Irish Drinkin'
Lyrics
I miss the smell of travelin' in the summers
And I miss the sights of places I knew
And I miss the taste of your lips in the winters
And I miss the feelin' of lovin' you

So poor me another bartender won't you
Make it a whiskey and make it stand tall
'Cuz I'm gonna drink my worries behind me
Yes I'm gonna drink my back off the wall

And it's a hard hard livin'
It's hard when I'm on my own
Yes it's a hard hard livin'
When I ain't got no place to call my home
My home

So spare me a cigarette and a story hey could you
Spare me some time for a moment or two
Spare me a laugh and a story hey could you
So I won't be feelin' alone and blue

And it's a hard hard livin'
It's hard when I'm on my own
Yes it's a hard hard livin'
I ain't got no place to call my home
My home

Say I miss the smell of travelin' in the summers
And I miss the sights of places I knew
And I miss the taste of your lips in the winter
And I miss the feelin' of lovin' you
Yes I miss the feelin' of lovin' you
Yes I miss the feelin' of lovin' you
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Lyrics Credits: Alan West Brockman
Music Credits: Alan West Brockman
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Song Length: 3:32
Primary Genre: World-Celtic