Sippin' on a Heineken, trying to make his way
Seems a little surprised to see another day
The wrinkles on his face, they tell a story or two
There's enough history for me and you
He doesn't own a Beemer or wear Cartier
Likes a 5 o'clock beer buzz what can I say
The next stop was his and then he's strollin' home
No moss grows on a rollin' stone

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He's got the green bottle blues right down to his core
He's happy where he's at and wants nothin' more
The green bottle blues they make his problems seem fine
The choices once his are soon to be mine
He peers over his bottle and slurs a hello
I look up and think oh Lord, here we go
I slap on my head phones and throw on a tune
Suddenly I'm left with a sense that's blue
I just dismissed someone in no time flat
I'm a much better guy and a much cooler cat
I smile across the table and say hello
He smiles back at me but his beer is kind of low

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Well, well, well we talked for a while and his stories just poured
He seemed to speak of my life and I needed to hear more
He told of poor choices and loves we had lost
He spoke of success and what it all costs
Then he got quiet and looked me in the eye
He said chase down your dreams boy, you won't live until you try
Then he got up and walked away
I sat quiet, dumb and numb not knowin' what to say

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