Maybe from Honeyslides by Farrow and the Peach Leaves

I ain’t never been one for games
But I been a long time for you
The bottom of a bottle, such a lonely place
Always reminds me of your face

Maybe it’s the weed
Maybe it’s the wine
Maybe it’s the beer, I got a nice shine
Maybe it’s the breeze, blowing right on time
Maybe it’s you mama, just on my mind

Well the sun goes down these evenings
Burns like a fire in the sky
I think it knows that you’re leaving
That’s just the way that it cries

Maybe it’s the weed
Maybe it’s the wine
Maybe it’s the beer, I got a nice shine
Maybe it’s the breeze, blowing right on time
Maybe it’s you mama, just on my mind

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