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
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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