We had a little quarrel, she and I
She told me just to curl up and die
I crept out to drown my sorrows,
at a joint called No Tomorrows
Where the old man came and looked me in the eye
Old Blevins
I could tell he had some wisdom to impart
Some story that was etched and burned and stamped upon his heart
Then his eyes began to glisten, 'cause he could see that I would listen
We sat there at the bar 'til nearly three
And this is what Old Blevins said to me
He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah In…
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