Too Stoned to Cry

	Lonely as these days are lone,
	As dark as the night bursts on,
	Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
	I’m a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.
	My clothes, they’re ragged and warm,
	The sailor’s calling the worst kind of storm.
	The water keeps rising, but I’m getting by.
	I keep walking, I’m too stoned to fly.
	‘cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
	Fast easy women and little cocaine.
	I’m walking in line between hell been and high,
	I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry.
	Now I’m living from town to town,
	I’ve always been lost, I ain’t never been found.
	They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
	I keep trying, I’m too stoned to die.
	I keep trying, I’m too stoned to die.
	‘cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
	Fast easy women and little cocaine.
	I’m walking in line between hell been and high,
	I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry,
	No, I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry.

	Lonely as these days are lone,
	As dark as the night bursts on,
	Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
	I' m a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.
	My clothes, they' re ragged and warm,
	The sailor' s calling the worst kind of storm.
	The water keeps rising, but I' m getting by.
	I keep walking, I' m too stoned to fly.
	' cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
	Fast easy women and little cocaine.
	I' m walking in line between hell been and high,
	I ain' t happy, just too stoned to cry.
	Now I' m living from town to town,
	I' ve always been lost, I ain' t never been found.
	They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
	I keep trying, I' m too stoned to die.
	I keep trying, I' m too stoned to die.
	' cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
	Fast easy women and little cocaine.
	I' m walking in line between hell been and high,
	I ain' t happy, just too stoned to cry,
	No, I ain' t happy, just too stoned to cry.