Everything in my place is dusty
Except my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My friend's tell me I need new hobbies
So I signed up and started playing hockey
Needless to say I'm a little bit rusty
Didn't have equipment so I used Robbie's
I smell the ice when I come in the lobby
Remember the time that my Dad taught me
But it's a learning curve when you're twenty-nine
Forget how to shoot, trip over the blue line
Can't hop the boards cause your back is sore
Don't even think about getting up in the morning
After a while it'll all make sense
Hustle hard and your back will hurt less
Until then, I'm paying four fourty-five
To feel like death when Monday arrives
But I got my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My guitar and a bottle of whiskey
I'm getting drunk tonight who's with me
I got a couple of beer and a bottle of whiskey
Matthew Winkler - My Guitar and a Bottle of Whiskey (A Song About Hockey) Lyrics
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Everything in my place is dusty
Except my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My friend's tell me I need new hobbies
So I signed up and started playing hockey
Needless to say I'm a little bit rusty
Didn't have equipment so I used Robbie's
I smell the ice when I come in the lobby
Remember the time that my Dad taught me
But it's a learning curve when you're twenty-nine
Forget how to shoot, trip over the blue line
Can't hop the boards cause your back is sore
Don't even think about getting up in the morning
After a while it'll all make sense
Hustle hard and your back will hurt less
Until then, I'm paying four fourty-five
To feel like death when Monday arrives
But I got my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My guitar and a bottle of whiskey
I'm getting drunk tonight who's with me
I got a couple of beer and a bottle of whiskey
Except my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My friend's tell me I need new hobbies
So I signed up and started playing hockey
Needless to say I'm a little bit rusty
Didn't have equipment so I used Robbie's
I smell the ice when I come in the lobby
Remember the time that my Dad taught me
But it's a learning curve when you're twenty-nine
Forget how to shoot, trip over the blue line
Can't hop the boards cause your back is sore
Don't even think about getting up in the morning
After a while it'll all make sense
Hustle hard and your back will hurt less
Until then, I'm paying four fourty-five
To feel like death when Monday arrives
But I got my guitar and a bottle of whiskey
My guitar and a bottle of whiskey
I'm getting drunk tonight who's with me
I got a couple of beer and a bottle of whiskey
Writer: Matthew Winkler
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