Kibbee-Parks

Fine day for fishin! Fine day for wishin!
All that I miss is my fair weather friend
Feelin' like foolin' around. Somewheres I never be found
Wastin' my time. Would it be a crime if I climb
Back in the bottle again
Where a friend meets a friend
Where the bowed may unbend
Where the fast is forgiven We get what we give in
And livin' is easy again
High time for drinkin' High time for thinkin'
Down where the cotton would melt in my mouth
Watchin' the world go around
Stood up but standin' my ground
Standin' so tall away from it all when I crawl
Back in the bottle again!
Far is further than eye can see
I would go where you won't bother me
Other places I would rather be than there
I ain't goin' home!
Though with dis-responsibility
Underneath this domesticitree
Evenif my missus misses me tonight
I ain't goin' home!
Bring me just another mouth to feed
Care not now where ere the path may lead
Who hath holpen now fill every need
Not me! I ain't goin' home!
Found dis-for-straction. That's my relaxion!
Out of the action and happy again
Don't go be mindin'me of pity of brotherly love
Birds gotta swim and fish gotta fry when I cry
"Back in the bottle again"!
I ain't goin' home!