Watkins Family Hour
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Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
Watkins Family Hour
The other night as I walked past the brewery
I took a strange notion in mind
We don't know how long we're here, do we
So much beer and so little time
And I'm the king of the twelve ounce bottle
And I feel like I'm fading fast
With a beer and my foot on the throttle
I'm the man behind the amber glass
Well, it made me stop singing and writing
And I did not know what to do then
But there wasn't much use in me fighting
'Cause the bottle is mightier than the pen
And I'm the king of the twelve ounce bottle
And I feel like I'm fading fast
With a beer and my foot on the throttle
I'm the man behind the amber glass
Now when I die I want you to brew me
Then age me in a beech wood cask
And then bottle me up in a long neck
I'll be the man behind the amber glass
I'm the man behind the amber glass