Sloppy Drunk Blues

I’d rather be sloppy drunk
Than anything I know
And another half a pint
Mama will see me go
I love my moonshine whiskey
Better than a filly loves her mare
You can take your pretty bucks
Give me my cool kind can
I’d rather be sloppy drunk
Sitting in the can
Than to be out in the streets
Running from the man
Mmm
Bring me another two-bit pint
Because I got my habits on
And I’m going to wreck this joint
My gal trying quit me
For somebody else
Now I’m sloppy drunk, mama
Sleeping all by myself