One Too Many Stories by New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Dawson
The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast
And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last
The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes
But I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's
One too many stories you've told
One too many turns out on the road
My love for you couldn't hold the load
'Cause that's one too many stories you've told
Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain't as good as your embrace
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