Far Hills Cider

The Russian gambling’s just begun now
Holdin' Holden Caulfield’s gun
And I shoot myself
Down
I play better off the shelf
Happy as the man that can laugh at himself
And I shoot myself
Down
As I fall, I do recall
I reminisce of days I miss
And it goes like this
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
I am not a prodigal son
But the forbidden fruit is on my tongue
And I’ve found myself
A crown
Wear on me when days are longer
Traded cider for somethin' stronger
And I numb myself
Down
I don’t know about this song
It’s a son of a bitch if you get it wrong
But it goes like this
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Oh, it’s a long road
So come back to me
Back to me, babe
Oh, it’s a long road
So come back to me
Back to me, babe
(Far Hills Cider)
(Far Hills Cider)
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the)
So like one more