drink one for me
somewhere in a small town there's a bag gettin' packed, in a bedroom at the far end of a gravel cul de sac, someone ridin' shotgun there's some army green fatigues, on a pin drop quiet drive with a tear in every seat, at that empty airport gate, there's a soldier sayin', "hey", "drink one for me, on friday night, throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band i like, drink one for me, and remember why, i'm doin' what i'm doin' when you raise 'em high, while i'm where i need to be, drink one for me", somewhere in the static in a half a world away, there's a tired voice on the phone sayin', "everything's okay", "and if that weather holds up go load up that boat of mine, head on out to flat rock point and drop a couple lines, the say i'll get home soon, but 'til i do", "drink one for me, on friday night, throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band i like, drink one for me, and remember why, i'm doin' what i'm doin' when you raise 'em high, while i'm where i need to be, drink one for me", somewhere there's a crowded corner downtown bar tonight, with a bunch of ice cold amber bottles raised in the neon light, "drink one for me, on friday night, throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band i like, drink one for me, and remember why, i'm doin' what i'm doin' when you raise 'em high, while i'm where i need to be, drink one for me", yeah drink one for me, drink one for me, drink one for me
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