Drain the Bottle Dry

Call Me Albert

Blues / Blues-Rock.

Part 1 Gonna sing the blues for my mother,

Gonna sing the blues for my son

I’m gonna sing the blues

Till the daylight’s gone and done

Gonna sing the blues for the echoes

Gonna sing the blues for the ghosts

Gonna sing it for the memories

Of those I love the most

Gonna sing the blues for my father

Gonna sing the blues from my soul

Gonna sing the blues ‘cos its hurting

And the night is black and cold

Gonna sing the blues cos I feel them

Gotta sing the blues once again

Driving out my demons

Till my glass is good and drained

You can hear my voice, cos I’m singing from the heart

Singing joy and sadness, well, they ain’t so far apart

This song will keep on rolling, keep on rolling till I die

My soul will keep on singing, till I drain that bottle dry

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Part 2

Gotta sing the blues through the sunshine

Through the thunder and the rain

Gotta pour out what I’m feeling

Gonna sing to soothe the pain

Gotta hear me sing my story

Sing of love and sing of hurt

Gotta sing my pain and passion

Of the rainbows and the dirt

Gonna sing the ache when you’re leaving

Gonna sing the peace when you’re here

Want my melody to hold you

In my arms and keep us near

Gotta sing the love that I’m feeling

Love that fills me inside

Gotta sing out all my blessings

Till that glass is good and dry

You can hear my voice, cos I’m singing from the heart

Singing joy and sadness, well, they ain’t so far apart

This song will keep on rolling, keep on rolling till I die

My soul will keep on singing, till I drain that bottle dry

Drain that bottle dry x4