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Got a five in my pocket |
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Wanna buy me some gin |
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A drop of gas in my tank |
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Let me think it over again |
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'Cause I'd rather be drunk |
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And drive away from here |
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Than to be sober, so sober |
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No friends comin' thru |
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I think I've lost them all |
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No man to take their place |
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So I decided to make this call |
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That I'd rather be drunk |
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On a cloud away from here |
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I don't wanna be sober, no not sober |
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Broke and alone, nowhere to go |
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And loneliness is hurting me so |
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Broke and alone, nowhere to go |
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And loneliness is hurting me so |
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One stog left to light |
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I think I'll smoke just a half |
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By the time I finish this drink |
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I'll roll the last of the grass |
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'Cause I'd rather feel pumped |
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Than to drown in my tears |
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That'll help me peel over |
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Sleep the night over |
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Oh I could've swore, sober |
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And lonliness is killing me slow |
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Broke and alone, whoo boy whatever |
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Did I drink too much? |
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'Cause the road is all lopsided |
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I only drove a small way |
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I thought I swore not to take this ride |
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Now my air's being pumped |
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And I'm drenched in my tears |
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I don't wanna peel over |
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Just wanna be sober |
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Why I had to go? |
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Killing me slow, slow |
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I wish I could have listened to my conscience |
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And not drunk a drip |
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I wouldn't be here in so many pieces |
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I shouldn't have drank a sip |
