Sing me a man

I need some more whiskey than a coke. A strong hand and a gentle touch. A little tummy and a lot less attitude. Maybe a beard, Connected to lips that would connect perfectly to mine. Hardworking like my daddy. Old worn boots that step on the gas of a jacked up Ford. Rolling down a dirt road in the middle of a memory listening to some Hank.

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