Gimme that back beat boys
Let momma sing it out
Oh yeahhh see em jump and shout
My whiskey worn voice
Beltin it out
Croonin of a love gone wrong
Singin the same old sad love song
They scream and plead
More, More, c'mon momma give us more
I sing my song of growin up poor
Of my momma pacin the floor
Wonderin how she gonna feed us all
I sing em my song of livin in the bottle for too long
The many men who have crossed my door
The drunken nights passed out on the floor
And still they scream for more
My voice growin weary
Knowin my time has come
I've got no more road to run
Tired and old
No longer bringin in the gold
I sit here on my porch
Rockin in my rocker
Reflectin on days gone by
Back when I had it all
Held too tightly in the palm of my hand
Crushed by my own addiction
My voice barely a whisper now
But man I could belt em out
My whiskey worn voice
Now its so hoarse
I close my eyes
Done said my good byes
My time has come
No more will I see the sun
My last breath comes
My show is done......
