VHS Collection – Far Hills Cider lyrics

[Verse 1]
The Russian gambling's just begun now
Holdin' Holden Caulfield's gun
And I shoot myself
Down
I play better off the shelf
Happy as the man that can laugh at himself
And I shoot myself
Down
As I fall, I do recall
I reminisce of days I miss
And it goes like this

[Chorus]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]

[Verse 2]
I am not a prodigal son
But the forbidden fruit is on my tongue
And I've found myself
A crown
Wear on me when days are longer
Traded cider for somethin' stronger
And I numb myself
Down
I don't know about this song
It's a son of a bitch if you get it wrong
But it goes like this

[Chorus]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]

[Bridge]
Oh, it's a long road
So come back to me
Back to me, babe
Oh, it's a long road
So come back to me
Back to me, babe

(Far Hills Cider)
(Far Hills Cider)

[Chorus]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]
Far Hills Cider
(Tastes cool when the [?])
So like one more [?]