10,000 Shots

Too many towns, so many years

Billions of parties & all the whiskey

Please forgive me if I tend to forget

But I can’t remember your name

Ah your face, think I remember

Didn’t I meet you last December?

In a stinkin’ squat, or a parking lot

Aye it’s good to see you again.

We’ve had good times and if you’d kindly remind

I just might remember your name

But after knocking back 10,000 shots

All you punks look the same.

Ah your face, now I rmember

Didn’t I meet you lastDecember

In a stinkin’ squat, or a parking lot

Perhaps we met but maybe not