Rushing, Gambling’s just begun I’m holding, holding, [?] feels gun And I shoot myself Down
I played better off this shelf Happy as the man whi can laugh at himself And I shoot myself Down
As I fall, I do recall I remenice of days I miss And it goes like this…
Far Hills Cider Far Hills Cider Far Hills Cider It’s like one more time
I am not a prodigal son But the forbidden fruit is on my tounge And I found myself A crown
Where on me when days are longer I traded cider for something stronger And I numb myself Down
I don’t know about this song It’s a son of a bitch, if you get it wrong But it goes like this…
Far Hills Cider For like one more time Far Hills Cider For like one more time
Ohhhh it’s a long road So come back to me, back to me, babe Ohhhh it’s a long road So come back to me, back to me, babe
Far Hills Cider Far Hills Cider
Far Hills Cider For like one more time Far Hills Cider For like one more time Far Hills Cider For like one more time Far Hills Cider For like one more time