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Mini Blessings When I count my mini blessings, I can’t help but be depressed, But I have two maxi blessings to balance out the rest: I have you around to recharge my emergency grin And the corner bar where I can always hide out and pretend.
I pretend that they believe me, though I know they know I lie About my past performance and the good old days gone by. But they listen to my stories and they’re too polite to say, “Don’t tell me what you were one time; tell me what you did today.”
I wish I could find the man I brag on every night, But I’m afraid he faded in the glow of the Stroh Lite Light— Lost in the lies between the by-gods and the dirty so-and-sos And you should have seen me twenty years ago.
When I count my weak excuses, it don’t seem right somehow That used-to-be could be worth so much more than here-and-now. Like a fish wrapped in the funnies from yesterday’s news, The B.S. King is bellowing the Depreciation Blues.
This is just a stage I go through; this is one last sober flash To be scribbled on a coaster and sailed into the trash. One more drink’ll do me; I’ll be—thank God—drunk again, But I know I’ll be thinking ‘till the alcohol kicks in
That I wish I could find the man I brag on every night, But I’m afraid he faded in the glow of the Stroh Lite Light— Lost in the lies between the by-gods and the dirty so-and-sos And you should have seen me twenty years ago. |