Lyrics
(Intro) [Instrumental] [Spoken Word] Hey, how ya doin'? Give me a bottle of the Irish. Yeah, that one, The Writers Tears. (Intro) [Instrumental Break] I'm all alone now but I'm OK. Broke my heart when she went away. Dont drink much, but I'll try a shot of Irish Whiskey. She died on Saint Pat ricks Day. A burning laid upon my lips, mem'ries flood from a remembered kiss. Smoky taste to ease the pain, too late now that she's gone, like whispers in the evening rain. (Outro) The rain falls down and I (Irish Whiskey) hear her voice echo (Irish Whiskey) Miss the warmth that she would bring (Irish Whiskey) Time weighs heavy and the clock ticks slow (Irish Whiskey) with a glass of Irish Whiskey (Irish Whiskey)
