They say I'm a bourbon Legend*
If you didn't know
I haunt the honky tonks
Like a worn out ghost
A friend of a friend
Said right or wrong
I'll be a bourbon lengend long after im gone
Some say that I'm part devil
With a long red pointed tail
Some say that I'm a preacher man
Warning about the fires of hell
The folklore keeps on spreading these days
That I'm another shooting star
There have been several sightings of me
By the folks down at the bar
Some believe the rumors
Others need stronger proof
Give it time and you will find
A lie is another wasted truth
There's ninety ways to judgment day
And I've tasted everyone
When you're down to your last shot
That's the best time to load your gun
Those stories run together like drunks in a bar
They all start to sound the same
Every little town when the sun goes down
I'm known by a different name