Rack 'Em Jamie! (096)

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Blonde hair, azure blue eyes,
She sat down next to me.
Angel on a barstool,
She came down to rescue me.

Sultry southern accent,
Sweetest voice in Heaven.
Found time for one more beer;
It was only eleven.

Pool tables, neon signs,
A smokey ol' tavern.
Cigarettes and cold beer,
Eight ball in the corner.

'Challenged me to a game,
I had hoped that she might.
Eight ball with an Angel,
It was my lucky night!

Rack 'em Jamie!
Best two out of three!
Rack 'em Jamie!
Won't ya come on home with me?!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Rack 'em Jamie!
Won't ya come on home with me?!

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© Copyright 2008.  All rights reserved.
Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by a pool-shootin' angel named Jamie

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