In order to write a song like this one, you must to have be stomped on pretty hard. Don Henley apparently went through it.
Lyrics: You Must not be Drinking Enough
And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round
You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should call her bluff
But you don't really believe it
You must not be drinking enough
Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five & Dime
But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind
You keep telling yourself you can take it-
Telling yourself that you're tough
But you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
You're not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories
And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin, "Please, please, please"
She passed on you passion and stepped on you pride
Turns out you ain't quite so tough
'Cause you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
Ask yourself why
You still want to hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
4 comments:
lookit all those lightweight party punks in that video! That's the thing-- if you don't keep kind companions you sure as hell better hold your liquor better than they do.
There are some who can't remember the first, or last, 50 years.
I can't find the video or that much pain funny. Too many have gone down that road, most never came back...
Brighid- If you still want to hold her, you must not be drinking enough.
WoFat- Bill ignores his first fifty years, preferring to remain in the 'exhaled present'.
Jenny- Demon rum.
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