Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday.
I like a good beer. Of course, I’ll drink a bad one too. Let no person thirst for lack of real ale! Thank god for long-necked bottles, the angel’s remedy.
You spend your life dreaming, running ’round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.
