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

I've been wandering the trail
Hoping that you'd surely fail
Now it seems I'm turning tail
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
I's a fool to feed your whims
Stayin' stag to feed my band

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

I've been drinkin' sad again
I's a fool to feed your whims