What’s your poison?
What emotion kills you, but keeps you going?
I’ve got to keep walking, my head up high like Johnny Walker,
And when I cave, I pray to St. Remy,
And never do I fantasize of wearing the Crown, known to be Royal.
I am a simple man, Canadian in my ways,
But not quite part of the Club.
Winter nights in exile I have spent with my friend, Igor the Prince,
Some would say he is wise beyond his years,
But I guess they all have something; something to offer…
A bum that I met on the corner, with one hand in his pocket,
Picking cigarette ends off the ground,
Told me that his name was Captain Morgan,
I smiled and chose to believe him as I resumed to walk my path…
Jack taught me to be a Gentleman,
And run smoothly like the river through Tennessee.
I can say that I have traveled to Shiraz and met Cyrus in a glass,
And Napoleon too, but bent on Brandy,
trying to conquer my temptations.
My temptations, they come and go,
And I have often thought it true,
The fact that nothing ever is Absolute.
Can I say that I’m Wiser, every now and then,
With the taste that carries courage?
Once, down by Forty Creek, I came to meet the Famous Grouse,
I had Whiskey in my coffee;
“You get there faster when it’s warm,” I have heard some old-timers say…