Well, I've been drinkin' sad again In this pen made out of gin With my brothers, Jack and Jim Just order me a black tooth grin And I've been wandering the trail Hoping that you'd surely fail But now it seems I'm turning tail Just like a boat floating down to Hell Did you even think of me Wandering through the jubilee? Of the life we could not see Like lightning cracking through the trees ♪ Piling photos to the rim Just to burn them down again 'Cause I's a fool to feed your whims Stayin' stag to feed my band And at the barstool I could crow Half a game and quite a show Still ain't much cause you I know Have heard it all and know the blow I've been drinkin' sad again In this pen made out of gin With my brothers, Jack and Jim Just order me a black tooth grin And I've been drinkin' sad again 'Cause I's a fool to feed your whims