[ Featuring the High Hopes ]
Well I need you lady
Like a house needs a brick
And I can feel you're not here
And it's making me sick
And I need you in the morning
And I need you in the evening
Evening time
When I know it's not right
Evening time
Well it's whiskey for the chosen
And it's wine for the damn
Well for the life of me I can't remember which one I am
That's a penner burning in my hand
And I burn it in the morning
I burn it in the evening
Helps me write with a steady hand
Steady hand
