The Miss Daisy sank
She was two hundred feet tall
With no worries at all
There are buskers all around and about
The swamp bar is clean
For my good friend Jimmy
He's here to play
He's come a long way
He is music to my ears
With my pack of 'Boros and my bourbon glass
He straightens the queers
The music floods me with joy
Like a dark cloud of sunshine
I drink to him
I'm the last to stay
I'm dying to play
***Dauphine cries to the sounds of sunken hope and dread
The sound is buried with dying laughter
The drummer is dead
The band plays on***
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Miss Daisy sank
She was two hundred feet tall
With no worries at all
There are buskers all around and about
The swamp bar is clean
For my good friend Jimmy
He's here to play
He's come a long way
He is music to my ears
With my pack of 'Boros and my bourbon glass
He straightens the queers
The music floods me with joy
Like a dark cloud of sunshine
I drink to him
I'm the last to stay
I'm dying to play
***Dauphine cries to the sounds of sunken hope and dread
The sound is buried with dying laughter
The drummer is dead
The band plays on***
JIM BEAM
Circa May 2015
