Working myself to death and living in the red
I planted threescore seeds behind the tractor shed
Twenty-seven kilos is a demon stash to store
My future cut ’n dried until a knock upon the door
I’ve had me some money some, but I never had a pile
This could be my last drink, this could be my last drink for a while
Now, friends are thick as thieves when you’ve got what they need
With the deals going down, I had many friends indeed
Now tomorrow’s judgment day and I’m drinking all alone
’Cause those friends all disappeared like the sinking of a stone
So excuse me if I knock this back like it’s going out of style
This could be my last drink, this could be my last drink for a while
I know I’ve been a fool, I know I took a risk
But let me tell you something, let me tell you this
A man’ll do what he has to do to keep a wretched farm
And I never hurt no-one, I twisted no-one’s arm
So remember me at Christmas, maybe giftwrap me a file
This could be my last drink, this could be my last drink for a while
So remember me at Christmas – yeah man, giftwrap me a file
This could be my last drink, this could be my last drink for a while
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