Muleskinner Jones - Mr. Jones Gets Blissed | Текст песни

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As the evening shadows grew
And the treetops were turning blue
I was out of my mind on good red wine
And the smell of the pines and you
It looked like we had nothing
It felt like we had it all
I was your Humphrey Bogart
You were my Lauren Bacall
Yeah that was true bliss
I wish I could bottle this
Then I would take a swig
Whenever I was feeling down

Pancakes and orange juice
Real maple syrup too
After our feast we headed out east
Through the mist and the morning dew
From being so cold up in the mountains
That we slept in our winter clothes
To being a hundred degrees in the valley
And seeing the deserts all covered in snow

Yeah that was true bliss
I wish I could bottle this
Then I would take a swig
Whenever I was feeling down

Yeah if I could put a cap on that stuff
I'd sell it for millions and we could stop sleeping rough
But 'til I find something to keep it in
We'll have to stay blissed up on Thunderbird and cheap gin

And I felt like a movie star
When I almost rolled the car
Covered in dust, engine oil and rust
Laughing 'God knows where we are'
And pulling into Bakersfield
I took out two of the wheels
Trying to turn on a busy road
When all the Basque restaurants
And Buck Owen's motel
And everything but Denny's was closed

Yeah that was true bliss
I wish I could bottle this
Then I would take a swig
Whenever I was feeling down

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