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Drunkard

church I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch And as he reached his mother's grave I saw that drunkard kneel and pray "Lord, have mercy on me" Was the kneeling drunkard

Call me a cab and I'll tip the undertaker That fool couldn't tell a real stiff from a faker Well I ain't no fool, I just play one on TV Cause misery

Walking slow to the graveyard I've lost everything I could lose Now I've even lost my baby I guess I've got the drunkard's blues It was down at Big Joe

A drunkard's poor little boy lay Oh why are you lying up here in the cold What makes you lie on this hard bed My father's a drunkard and he beat me today

You're my water, you're my wine You're my whiskey from time to time You're the hunger on my bones All the nights I sleep alone Sweet intoxication When

Tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer Down the hatch and drown myself to sleep I'll close my eyes and stumble round And fall down on my knees I'll raise

fine Dressed up in green velvet Their silver buckles shine Soon they'll be bleary-eyed Under a keg of wine Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards

church I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch And as he reached his mother's grave I saw that drunkard kneel and pray Lord have mercy on me Was the kneeling drunkard

Call me a god and I'll tip the undertaker That fool couldn't tell a real still from a faker Well I ain't no fool, but I play one on TV Cause misery