2021 Jerry Brotherton
It was the neon sign of the
Flamingo Paradise motel.
Flashing lights into my eyes
that woke me up in that filthy hell.
It took a cigarette before I knew
where in the world I was.
And another to clear my mind
of the ringing from last night’s buzz.
There was gin on the table
so I took myself a little snort.
I looked inside my wallet and
I was five hundred dollars short.
I swear that when I went to bed
I had a woman by my side.
I told myself well ole boy
at least it looks like you’re still alive.
Chorus:
Imagine that.
Who would have ever thought,
this time it would end exactly the same.
Happens each time
I mix whisky and gin.
If I thought this time would be different,
I guess I only have myself to blame.
Well I tried to piece together
the events of the night before.
I remember there was a Llama
though I really can’t be sure.
I’m pretty sure she had blond hair,
not the Llama but the girl.
There’s a clown’s mask on the bed post
I’ll be damned if I know what for.
I don’t think she was a lady
or I a perfect gentleman.
I tried so hard to recall her face
but I just don’t think I can.
I went into the bathroom
to splash some cold water on my face.
There was a tuxedo and a bridal gown
strewn about the place.
(Repeat Chorus)
Written in lipstick on the mirror
was a note that someone wrote.
Said thanks for the good time husband
don’t worry—I returned the goat.
Now I swear this is the last time
I’ll touch another drop of gin.
Until the next time I’m in Vegas
when I’ll do it all again.
(Repeat Chorus)
Category: song lyrics
“Days of Innocence”
Lying in the shade with you,
beneath the weeping willow tree.
There was no one else in the world,
that could love you as much as me.
With the bright sun shining down from,
another clear and cloudless day.
We made a vow to each other,
we would always keep it that way.
Chorus:
I long for those days of innocents,
our laughter floating on the wind.
Lying on a blanket on the grass,
with you there in my arms again.
But the days kept on turning faster,
promises made, faded away.
Sometimes our hearts just can’t write the checks,
for the bills that have to be paid.
When I hear one of those old song,
drifting out from my radio.
My memories start getting strong,
and right back to that hill I’ll go.
I wonder, do you think of me,
those nights when the moon rises high.
Do you remember that first kiss,
the wanting hidden in my eyes.
Repeat Chorus:
I wish that I could blame someone else,
for why I turned and walked away.
But, sometimes our hearts can’t write the checks,
for the bills that still have to be paid.
Jerry Brotherton 