Collin Murray - songwriter

One Whiskey Too Many ©2013 Collin Murray

I'm kind of shy between nine and five

But at the bar's when I come alive

Each shot builds my courage

But drops my I.Q.

One whiskey too many

One scholar too few

I met this girl sitting by herself

Ordering drinks from the top shelf

We matched shot for shot

'Til I was belting out tunes

One whiskey too many

One singer too few

She left her number on the palm of my hand

But spilling my whiskey was not what I planned

I can't read the writing

My call won't go through

One whiskey too many

One number too few

As the sun's rising I'm clothed in my bed

The voice of Jack Daniels keeps pounding my head

There's no one beside me

No one to talk to

One whiskey too many

One woman too few

One whiskey too many

One hung over fool

Black Mark

©2012 Collin Murray

It was a present from my father

The day that I was born

A family treasure handed down

That his daddy's dad had worn

I didn't realize as a child

The tests that lay ahead

I heard but couldn't understand

These words my father said

There are some things that don't shine

That are worth much more than gold

A man's name is his fortune

Keep it clean and you're never broke

If you lose the watch I gave you it can always be replaced

But a black mark on your name son, can never be erased

On a restless teenage night

While hanging out with friends

I walked inside the corner store

Without a dime to spend

I filled my leather jacket

With junk food and cigarettes

And made it halfway to the exit sign

Before I dropped it all and left

There are some things that don't shine

That are worth much more than gold

A man's name is his fortune

Keep it clean and you're never broke

If you lose the watch I gave you it can always be replaced

But a black mark on your name son, can never be erased