ballantines

Lyrics

it must be hard ringing the bells, of doors that don't swing wide anymore, it must be hard hearing the sound, of voices just inside of the door, a man who couldn't hold your coat, once hung on every anecdote, so it must be hard watching the fellows gloat, ballantines, it must be hard seeing the same old crowd, just pass you by in the street, it must be tough knowing your stuff, could only horrify the elite, you cut off everyone you know, boy you told 'em all where to go, now it must be hard getting the same heave-ho, ballantines, well, patrons at the bar in lexington, kentucky, once sprung for every drink you downed, with things the way they are it's not that kind of party, if what you've got just might be going around, the fat cats won't be getting thin, seeing the kind of jam you're in, though the angels dance on the head of another pin, ballantines, ballantines, ballantines