Letra de Ballantines
It must be hard ringing the bells of doors that don't swing wide anymoreIt must be hard hearing the sound of voices just inside of the doorA man who couldn't hold your coat who's hung on every antidoteSo it must be hard watching the fellows gloatBallantinesIt must be hard seeing the same old crowd just pass you by in the streetIt must be tough knowing your stuff could only horrify the eliteYou cut off everyone you knowBoy you told 'em all where to goNow it must be hard getting the same revoke BallantinesWell, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky Who sprung for every drink you downed With things the way they are it's not that kind of party If what you've got might just be goodThe fat cows won't be getting thin Seeing the kind of jam you're in Though the angels dance on the head of another pinBallantines Ballantines Ballantines