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Looks Like
(J. Lyon)

She the five-fifteen to Reno
Said phone me in a week
I had a in my pocket
And her on my cheek
I still that railroad whistle
like a hurricane
Weatherman says fair
But tonight it looks like

I had a gypsy take me
To my port o' call
everyone's a drunken sailor
Waiting on a
I took my cottage
And slowly poured it the drain
says fair tomorrow
But tonight it like rain

I that I'm better off
Shout out that I don't
But the whiskey my drunken words
And throws them down the
From the above the bar
I hear that same sad
Weatherman says fair
But tonight it looks like

no no no no
No, people I gone insane
It's just mean old southern whiskey
up my brain
It's that mean old Southern whiskey
Dragging me again
Lord, Lord, Lord, I wish she'd never that train
says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks rain