Lone Star II
Elder Member
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular croud shuffles in.
There's an old man, sittin' next to me, makin' love to his tonic and gin.
...
He said 'Son can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes.'
There's an old man, sittin' next to me, makin' love to his tonic and gin.
...
He said 'Son can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes.'
