Texty písní Allison Moorer

Allison Moorer

One On The House

Mister bartender I’m speaking the truth

When I tell you my mouth is bone dry

I’d love four fingers of your hundred proof

But I’ve run smack dab into hard times

Wasted my fortune on having a ball

Hit the bottle like a calf at a cow

What I’m gonna ask you takes a whole lotta gall

Do me a favor and gimme one on the house

One on the house

Can’t say I’m proud of this life of mine

But begging is brand new to me

I cross my heart I’ll buy you one next time

As soon as I’m back on my feet

Mister bartender you won’t be the first

To hear what I say and have doubts

You can question my honesty but not my thirst

Do me a favor and gimme one on the house

One on the house

Gimme one on the house

One on the house

I’m just a poor soul who wants to get soused

Gimme one the house