Whiskey Jars

He had a haircut like Martin Van Buren
Sideburns way down his chin
He wore a smoking jacket like Hugh Hefner always did
And in the throws of winter when everything is slow
Warm whiskey at 14 below, he traded in that snow for Mexico
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around
And from the rooftops the hollers came
40 pesos for a friendly game
Unbroken horses and women just as tame
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around