Well, a person can work up a mean mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's past, it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood
To take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on a fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?
Well a drinking buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I drink a great big whiskey to you anyway
And everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up never fear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Kneeling alongside old sad eyes,
He says "Opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut"
All I know is that I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
A fool who'll waste his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
You turn your back on a pay-you-back last call
First the plants, then the leaves and at last here comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
Showing posts with label alcoholism. Show all posts
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Monday, August 25, 2008
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