.What a night to work the graveyard, witching hour eight
Sneaking whiskey in my coffee, only thing that keeps me straight
But whiskey dreams of you until that whistle blew
Blew me out the door, I was coming home to you
Forty hours of graveyard to get home and fry your eggs
Po.
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