What goes wrong with the mind of a man in a bar
Who sits and keeps drinking with his thoughts strayed so far?
It's the same old sad story that has often been told
One drink then another till he's out of control

He sits down at a table with his hands on the glass
For him there's no future there's only the past
He reaches for the bottle but his hands don't take hold
His eyes just can't focus he's out of control

Does he search for contentment that he might hope to find
From a honky tonk woman or the bottles of wine?
He shakes and he tremblеs even though he's not old
Likе a leaf in a whirlwind, he's out of control

Yes I'm just like that fellow who sits there all alone
With no one to love me no family at home
I'm a picture of others with a future so cold
A life ain't worth livin' when it's out of control