Whiskey Ballad

To all those people living in their flats
 Not so pristine
 Who look up from the alley ways
 That skies that we've all seen
 But somehow I know that
 They see it from a different point of view
 The red door's painted black
 The sky is gray not baby blue
 So lighten up, have a cup
 Of my happy golden drink
 It'll taste strong to begin with
 You'll get used to it, I think
 It'll wash away your sorrows
 Soak up your concern on a trouble
 When you wake up not a single tables turn
 But it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
 So if you're a bit unhappy
 Or you're slightly depressed
 Just hum along to this song I wrote
 Release some of your stress
 But when I sing the chorus
 There's one thing I know for sure
 A nice clean shot of whiskey
 Is my recommended cure
 So lighten up, have a cup
 Of my happy golden drink
 It'll taste strong to begin with
 You'll get used to it, I think
 It'll wash away your sorrows
 And soak up your concern on a problem
 When you wake up not a single tables turn
 But it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
 It's all right, it's all right, it's all right
 So lighten up, have a cup
 Of my happy golden drink
 It'll taste strong to begin with
 You'll get used to it, I think
 It'll wash away your sorrows
 And soak up your concern on a problem
 When you wake up not a single tables turn
 So lighten up, have a cup
 Of my happy golden drink
 It'll taste strong to begin with
 You'll get used to it, I think
 It'll wash away your sorrows
 And soak up your concern on a problem
 When you wake up not a single tables turn