Calhoun, Calhoun,
Drunk on her memory
And the way things can't be no more
Calhoun, Calhoun,
Hey man, can't you stand up--
The ceiling's too far from the floor
Drinking a tall one, playing Janis Joplin
Over and over on the old console
Round and round the record spins
Your poor mind twists and bends
You're stumbling through a fire long gone cold
There's a picture on the wall
She's the one who loved you
Pretty red hair, copper-colored in the sun
But that sun's done gone down
Ain't been seen around this town
And the time for regret is long done
Calhoun, Calhoun,
Drunk on her memory
And the way things can't be again
Calhoun, in your room,
Bare bulb in the mirror
You can't recognize your old friend
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