Alba s touto skladbou:
Whiskey on Sunday,
I want to believe in myself once again
So I dream of a man whose hopes never end
To kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you
I'd give you my heart, if you give me ...
And for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy
I want to believe in a freedom that's bold
But all I remember is the freedom of old
Well I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane
Flew all the way to Californy-I-A
This mess in my head is a mess getting out
Ya drink too much coffee, I drink too much stout
But after a while, my mouth ain't so dry
I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head
'Cause I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoes
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
The buildings they shake but my heart it beats still
Oh mother of Jesus, I feel pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain't no jobs in the ol' free state
So I must remain in my new adopted land
I'm doing the best, hell I'm doin' all I can
So next time you see me, don't ask for my name
For I am the King and sure long may I reign
'Cause I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoes
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoes
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
