owsley brothers – bitter end

With that fist first broken glass gashed punch, the open mouthed slack jawed crocodile hunch, wandering eyes wandering through, the barroom looking in the eye, of every wanderer, hanging on to the bottle, hanging on to his life, knuckles wrecked and raw, without a nickel to phone home to ma’, on my crooked path I left behind my better half, I left behind my salesman smile and my preacher’s laugh, all I am now is wrapped in a bottle of bourbon, hanging on to the bitter end.

Cobalt has been released in full and can be had right here http://owsleybros.bandcamp.com/

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