Buffalo Tom - It's You lyrics

Just drive 'til tomorrow

Here I go - my drunk tank's on empty

I've run low on sorrow

One last demon drop is all that's left from our last trip

And that is the taste of you, of you

Auld Lang Syne you're drunk all the time

Sing happy new year

Here's my crime: dried up twists of lime

Is all we have left here

But if I've had just one thing that

Could tranquilize my mind - it's all in a drink

Of you, of you

Oh little one it's you, it's you

Are you Jean of Arc or Marie Antoinette?

Did you come here to remember or to forget

As silly as it seems it only happens when I dream

All at one time of you, of you

The truth is in your teeth

Because your smile's beyond belief

And all that is true of you, of you

(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI