Cryin' (On The Hard Shoulder)

Just one more sip
I’ll be on my trip
From hell to paradise
Won’t hear you shout
Cus' I block it all out
I got nothing in this life
A wild beast with the devil in your breast
Putting our friendship to the test
When it comes to drinking you’re the title holder
But I won’t, I won’t leave you.
Cryin', cryin' cryin'.
On the hard shoulder.
You’ve got the Bourbon blues
You’ve got holes in your shoes
But really that’s nothing new
You won’t get my pity or my pint
To stay up all night
But I’ve got empathy for you
It’s really such a waste
When you get that taste
Cus' it always lets you down
From bad to worse.
Progress in reverse
Walking home from town