I Take My Comfort In You

I don’t drink champaign in crystal glasses
I don’t sowed my beans in a silver pot
You won’t catch me climb to the social classes
I don’t spend money that I ain’t got
I don’t waste my time with yesterday’s troubles
I just try to do the job and hang
I ain’t delegate that I ain’t sudden
But I do the best I can
I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their word, yes I do
I live my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you
I don’t put much stock in public opininion
I take it all with a grain of salt
I make mistakes like any human being
So I got no caught go fine and bought
I take my troubles to the Lord on Sunday
I take my blues to the honky tonk
You take my breath away the way you hold me
What else could a poor boy want