Whiskey for the Dead

I drink whiskey for the dead

The water of life imbibed for them

Memories come flooding back

Of all they meant to me in life.
I buy whiskey they would not

Cheap bastards that they were

And I do not pour it out

For they would cry out loud.
I will drink for you my friends

My brothers who have died

And I will say a prayer tonight

And remember you are gone.

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