One Last Shot Lyrics

One Last Shot
Well the lion at the table claims his share’s feeling a little south of low,
And the piper there, beside him stares, with open hands, waiting for the dough…
But a glass house starts to feel like home
So I’ll bear it out or die alone
But tonight I’ll sleep with dreams of open roads…
Just gimme one last shot,
Choking on fumes,
But if it’s all we got…
Ain’t much to lose.
Gimme one last stage,
Before tomorrow,
Gimme one last day,
Before we fade away…

Play this symphony on black-heartstrings, it’s best when it’s a little out of tune.
Cause redemption songs aren’t born out of the cool…but of the blues
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Everson Crowe