I got drunk last night
and the night before
and tonight I'm gonna get drunk some more
it's just so hard when there is nothing else to do
it's just so easy when there's nothing else to lose
I've got to move
I've got the blues
I've got some bruises, I don't know where they come from
I've got to move
I've got the blues
I've got to drink 'til I am dead or I am numb
but you wouldn't know
about all that anymore
I got drunk last night
and the night before
and somehow I ended up outside your door
I've got my whiskey bourbon
and my chevy suburban
writing stupid rhymes in front of your house
you come out and kiss me
on the mouth
I've got to move
I've got the blues
I've got these bruises,
I don't know where they come from
I've got to move
'cause I've got the blues
I've got to drink 'til I get drunk
do something dumb,
something dumb
progress is in the eye of the beholder
once you think it's finished it will roll you right over
then you let the rope go
and pick up some slack
when it gets too close
that's when you pull it right back
and I swear I'll move
'cause you said the blues and the bruises
go away in a year or two
but I swear I'll move
I swear I'll move, if I have to
so proud you pat me on the back
singing, hey, I'll drink to that
and I'll drink to that