These whiskey dreams, these dreams of you
Breathless night
This restless true
Sweet are the winds that take away,
These whiskey dreams, these dreams of you
Sleepless night’s wearisome day
These whiskey dreams, these dreams of you
Taken away, are you,
these thoughts,
these dreams,
these dreams of you
Walk away…
These things you do…
Leave me alone these thoughts, these dreams
These whiskey dreams, these dreams of you
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