Well I hold my Jameson
Yes I hold her sweetly
Lord I'm holding on for dear life
And its cold and its snowing
Down on 18th Street
Don't you know that Chelsea's got me down
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
There's a beauty in the darkness
In New York City
Ain't no lights on in Brooklyn tonight
Because you're gone and
I'm smoking on Midnight Special
Almost got back onto my feet
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
Well my faith in religion
Is ever-changing
I don't see God running these streets
Because the questions became answers
Now the sinners are saints
I just want to know when the truth turned to lies
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
The Bottom Dollars - Jameson (feat. Lyle Divinsky & Josh Schwartz) Lyrics
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Well I hold my Jameson
Yes I hold her sweetly
Lord I'm holding on for dear life
And its cold and its snowing
Down on 18th Street
Don't you know that Chelsea's got me down
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
There's a beauty in the darkness
In New York City
Ain't no lights on in Brooklyn tonight
Because you're gone and
I'm smoking on Midnight Special
Almost got back onto my feet
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
Well my faith in religion
Is ever-changing
I don't see God running these streets
Because the questions became answers
Now the sinners are saints
I just want to know when the truth turned to lies
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
Yes I hold her sweetly
Lord I'm holding on for dear life
And its cold and its snowing
Down on 18th Street
Don't you know that Chelsea's got me down
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
There's a beauty in the darkness
In New York City
Ain't no lights on in Brooklyn tonight
Because you're gone and
I'm smoking on Midnight Special
Almost got back onto my feet
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
Well my faith in religion
Is ever-changing
I don't see God running these streets
Because the questions became answers
Now the sinners are saints
I just want to know when the truth turned to lies
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
I crossed all my T's
I counted my lucky stars
Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore
Writer: Brian Cherchiglia
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