Bay Bridge Wine

Bay Bridge wine You'll turn out fine if you know where to find it Take his gin No more wine for the times when we need it Someone else can have mine; I concede it Within counts of the ounces I'm bleeding To be cursed with the rule you unseated Day moonshine Share it now that we found where it's needed Brandy eyes Staring down at the bottle to see it Drinking down what is given them freely Drying out 'til I'm no longer needed Still striving defeated Whiskey kind Taking more from the mouth than it feeds it Taking only the ones who believe it Taking more; who can say what the need is? They don't know what a war they could feed in