Long Island

 I wrote this one a few weeks ago after having one of those rough days that leads to a long drive home with the radio off. I was feeling a bit defeated so I contemplated having a drink when I got home. However, after thinking about it for a few minutes I realized that I didn’t know what I wanted. I remembered about all the “tear in my beer” type of songs and realized a beer wouldn’t cut it, but my sassy little self quickly thought “what the hell, I’ll make a Long Island, something in the mix will help”. Within a few days of dabbling here and there, this song came together.

Long Island 

Chelsey Layton 2022

V1:

Crazy how a mindless drive

Could lead me across two state lines

Three hundred miles, they go so fast

When you replay all those “who I am”s

On the outskirts, I found myself

Some lounge in a no star hotel

Local on a leanin’ stool

Asked “girl what are we drinking to?”

CH:

It’s that hopeless and stuck in a rut

Kind of lost a beer can’t touch

And like ole grandad guard to say

You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day

Red or white, I just don’t know

If either them could soothe my soul

No margarita, sex on the beach

Bahama mamma could rescue me

So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island

Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof

When only the best of the worst will do 

V2:

Been hoping it was all a phase

A give it time and things will change

Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months

Months turn to years then you look up 

And suddenly don’t recognize

The town you lived in all your life

When rock bottom feels like home

You need something tall and strong 

CH:

For that hopeless and stuck in a rut

Kind of lost a beer can’t touch

And like ole grandad guard to say

You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day

Red or white, I just don’t know

If either them could soothe my soul

No margarita, sex on the beach

Bahama mamma could rescue me

So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island

Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof

When only the best of the worst will do 

BR:

Morning comes, I’ll shake it off

Pop a couple Tylenol 

Take a walk, find the strength

To break the cycle, finally shake

CH:

That hopeless and stuck in a rut

Kind of lost a beer can’t touch

And like ole grandad guard to say

You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day

Red or white, I just don’t know

If either them could soothe my soul

No margarita, sex on the beach

Bahama mamma could rescue me

So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island

Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof

When only the best of the worst will do