

Oh, whiskey, leave me alone
Remember I must go home
My glass looks so very empty
My heart feels empty too
Would a glass that is full
Make me think she is true
Difficult boy
The Best Years Of Our Lives (Les Plus Belles Années de notre vie) Wyler, 1946
Come in, have a slug of tea
You know the Indians used to walk like this, except the squaws always walked in the back