One Last Beer

I sit and sip my last beer of the evening
She’s sat at home probably steaming
My love for her is so strong even though I do her so much wrong
Without a doubt I do feel bad while she’s at home looking after the lad
I can’t pretend I haven’t had fun but I do miss her and my little one.
Off my stool and out the door before the clock turns to four
I have a fear that this was my one last beer
It’s almost dawn and I’ve got to get home for my AA meeting in the morn.

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