Текст песни Toby Keith - Losing My Touch
Toby Keith - Losing My Touch слова песни
Reservations for one tonight Ill be eating by myself again At that quiet little corner spot Where we used to hang with all our friends And Ill ease down to the local pub Climb up on the tallest stool Holding court with my common sense Outwitting all these common fools Chorus: Ive got good taste for blended whiskey I can see my way around this bar I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar I cant read your mind Baby I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like Im losing my touch Youre not buying this anymore My lies have come up short again You havent said its over yet Oh but I can feel a bitter wind And after giving me your better years And hoping for the very best Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest Chorus When it comes to your love I feel like Im losing my touch