Woke up in a hospital
Lawman creeping on my door
Said I bled a .34
Then he told me what his point was for
The next month I stumbled down to court
After throwing back a couple of quarts
The walk home made me plenty sore
They strapped a bracelet round my ankle bone
I’m still drunk on the inside
Still up for the late night
Bonfire at the county line
Sour Diesel in my best friend’s ride
I know you’re thinking that I’ll lose my stride
I move slower when I’m high and dry
But if your lady’s got a wandering eye
I’m still drunk on the inside
It’s been hard to replace the booze
But I’m finding other things to do
Lie about with the Assassin blues
Some Henry Miller and some British news
But when The Moon kicks a hole in The Sky
I’m like a moth to the neon lights
Pint glass of ginger ale on ice
And I’ll be dancing ‘til it’s closing time
supported by 11 fans who also own “Drunk On The Inside”
Floating on the carpet of lyrics, rhythm and sound. Hunting pedal steel and a wonderful pure voice. Thank you Kiki! And thanks to Gill Landry, for mentioning your name.
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