Lyrics:
in the distance out of sight
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night
And is it any wonder in
BACK TO THE GIN MILL
Those were the drunkest days of our lives / The taste still burns in my eyes / Like when the moon got caught up on the sky /
Last night we had a party
With some mellow chicks,
At the gin mill down the street,
Just to get some kicks.
we sat down at the table,
When the hawk's in the kitchen and the sirens in bloom
And the losers have been swept from the gin mills(2)
Hello sucker, Merry Christmas
let daddy hear it
he don't believe in the gin mill spirit
come on baby do a slow float
you a good lookin' riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed
let daddy hear it
he don't believe in the gin mill spirit
come on baby do a slow float
you a good lookin' riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed
let daddy hear it
he don't believe in the gin mill spirit
come on baby do a slow float
you a good lookin' riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed
blindness
all over me
don't let daddy hear it
he don't believe in the gin mill spirit
come on baby do a slow float
you a good lookin' riverboat
sportin' life
I lived in the barrooms the juke joints and gin mills
I worked any dive in town
Never to proud to pass my hat around
In every place I
I'd rob me a gin mill
Then I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the Army
And then Her Majesty's marines
Your love ain't just the cover
It's
wouldn't harm a fly
He froze in the south end alley
Behind a gin mill left to die
And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
In
he wouldn't harm a fly
He froze in the south end alley
Behind a gin mill left to die
And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
branded bull
Rob me a gin mill
I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the army
Her majesty's marine
Your love
Ain't just a cover
It's a whole magazine
branded bull
Rob me a gin mill
I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the army
Her majesty's marine
Your love
Ain't just a cover
It's a whole magazine
my sportin' life
I lived in the barrooms the juke joints and gin mills
I worked any dive in town
Never to proud to pass my hat around
In every place I
settle. sooner or later,
In a crater I know
So snug in our igloo bungalow
Not a molecule in between us
Down the rille, I know a gin mill,
Just a cozy cafe,
let daddy hear it
he don't believe in the gin mill spirit
come on baby do a slow float
you a good lookin' riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed
Staring down Cedar Grove up on Indian Hills
See a skyline littered with triple deckers and gin mills
Years of tot lot pass my eyes
Reflecting
And the holidays
Forget the cookies and candy
For they don't give a thrill
So I suppose Ill follow my nose
Down to the old gin mill
Six cups of eggnog
Is my favorite
the bars but I'm not talking jail
Hoppin to gin mill you know that's some bars
Uber to Charlotte it's really not far
Back to scheme its so cold it could hail
the hooch
“Whattaya think, new Chaplin? Or the juice joint on the loop?”
Oh, Virginia!
“To the gin mill!” cried Virginia. Hazel said, “you're on the trolley
The car was packed with stage gear
We only had one goal
Driving to every gin mill
To bring back rock n roll
Radio on high volume
They played our favorite
on your door
White Trash and I'm knockin' on your door
I know you hear me knockin' so what you hidin' for
It's just another night in the old gin mill
came
Close the streets and gin mills, lay anchor in the bay
Hoist the flag for sorrow as laughter hauls away
Cut the tricorns feathers and wear
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