High Shelf Booze

If my man asks 'bout what I'll do

Now that he's turned me loose

Tell him I've gone to meet all the girls

And drink all that high shelf booze

The high shelf booze the high shelf booze

You won't catch me dead with no blues

The high shelf booze the high shelf booze

You won't catch me dead with no blues

I always said I'd be his slave

Before I would be his dog

But it looks like he's got me rambling 'round

And sleeping in a hollow log

A hollow log a hollow log

Sleeping in a hollow log

A hollow log a hollow log

Sleeping in a hollow log

Well it's one man on Sunday another on Monday

Two on Tuesday afternoon

Easy come easy go

You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune

Easy come easy go

You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune

Easy come easy go

You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune