Hard Blues Shot

Let’s get lost in the heat of the city
Drop your morning whiskey, put your leather jacket on and say
Radio is dead, TV is shit, get up off your knees and play
Radio is dead, TV is shit, come on just give it away
All your life you wanted something more
Let’s get drunk to the sound of rock ‘n’ roll
And take a

Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot

Your stupid lousy son thinks you’re a fat ass boring man
He says you hit rock bottom every time you grab a bottle of booze
Radio is dead, TV is shit, get up off your knees and play
Radio is dead, TV is shit, come on just give it away
All this time you’ve been afraid to live
Let’s find a place where you can lose your mind
And take a

Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot

Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot
Hard blues shot

Give me Hard blues, give me Hard blues shot
Give me Hard blues, give me Hard blues shot
Give me Hard blues, give me Hard blues shot
Give me Hard blues, give me Hard blues