I met all kinds of people at the bar I go, some short lived, but the long-term people collectively taught me living, but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles he'd say things and always leave me thinking. He'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quo tes when all he meant was CHORUS Hey to good friend and to good times we toastin' light up cigars and stay till we close down the bar stumble on out add a bruise to the arm There was one girl with big black boots and she reaked of booze and had this way of talking with her cleavage mind you but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles he'd say things and always leave me thinking he'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quotes when all he meant was CHORUS