One cold November evening with fire in hand
Not warm milk nor bread will do
Tried Irish coffee and hard eggnog too
But the only thing for warmth is straight bourbon for two

One by one, flames turned to coal
With each old line I turned a fool
Pour by pour, Old Grandad was gone
Leaving us not the warmth of straight bourbon for two

Times between us were times well spent
Like time in the barrel by our old friend
Hours turned to days and those days were good
Those days all end with straight bourbon for two

Ticks and chimes counted down the nights
But that was in the back of our minds
We poured our last drink as the clock went cuckoo
Leaving us not the need of straight bourbon for two

Times between us were times well spent
Like time in the barrel by our old friend
Hours turned to days and those days were good
Those days all end with straight bourbon for two
Those days all end with straight bourbon for two