Hey brother where the hell have ya been
Ya don't you know it's always nice to see a friend
Ya I see you time and again
Well I ain't been up to nothing I'm just hanging around
And you can find me in every single stinkin' bar in town
Lord I do get around
But there's no way out so I'm stayin' in
Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
I've got my friends, got my time
We chip in a buy a nice cheap bottle of wine
Get that cheap stuff most of the time
We get along ‘cause we're one and the same
We're all messed up, washed up, out of luck
It's a shame, Lord it's a cryin' shame
Ya but there's no way out so I'm stayin' in
Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
Start drinkin'
Now I ain't talkin' about no light-weight, penny ante weekend warrior
I'm talkin' bout drinkin'
Talkin' when got two bucks left, you don't want nothin' to eat
You just gotta keep drinkin'
Talkin' bout when you get home at three but you don't make it til four
Cause you can't find the door
I went home went straight to my bed, I didn't make it that far
Cause I fell on my head
Woke up to the morning light, burned a hole in my brain
Cause the sun's so bright
Reached out for the first thing I could find was as half drunk bottle
Of some cheap wine
I stood up and I drank it down, started my day by standing around
And I can't see my ... through my bloodshot eyes
The way I'm livin' guess it ain't no surprise
Ya, whether I live or I die
We've seen it work we've seen it all before
We got you now you're such a tragic bore
You keep knockin' on my door
Ya but there's no way out so I'm stayin' in
Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
Ya but there's no way out so I'm stayin' in
Drinkin', drinkin' my blooze again
Writer(s): Chris Gates, Dave Roach, Pat Michael, Clay Anthony
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