With their glasses of whiskey raised high toward the nighttime sky,
They fill the air with laughter, the stars their only reply.
Proudly telling their stories of yesterdays gone by,
With tears in their battered eyes, they can’t help but sigh.
Memories of long-lost love, and friends who’ve drifted away,
As they reminisce the heartaches of those reckless days.
Though those stories may have faded, lost in clicks of time,
Don’t mistake them for the past, for now they are in their prime.
So raise your glass, let the whiskey flow,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
With hearts as wild as the midnight wind,
In the tales of life where love prevails.
These men are legends, drawn from scars and ale,
They’re the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
With hellish journeys carved deep, they carry memories of pain,
Through storms that raged within and the sunshine’s gentle rain.
Holding on to hope as they sit beneath the stars,
With every empty bottle, they’re counting up their scars.
No one ever said that life would be simple or fair,
But through every twisted mile, they’ve made it, and they dare.
To find joy in the struggle, light in the darkest nights,
With faith in tomorrow, they embrace all of life’s fights.
So raise your glass, let the whiskey flow,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
With hearts as wild as the midnight wind,
In the tales of life where love prevails.
These men are legends, drawn from scars and ale,
They’re the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails.
They sit beneath the stars, singing songs of old,
Each note a whisper of tales yet to be retold.
As shadows dance around them, laughter fills the night,
These old dogs know their worth, they’ve fought the hardest fights.
So pour another round, let the memories throng,
For in the heart of every tale, they find where they belong.
With their glasses of whiskey raised high toward the nighttime sky,
Proudly telling their stories with a gleam in their eye.
Though the years may be fleeting, their spirits never pale,
For the old dogs of the Whiskey Pie Trails will always prevail
