Wake up with the light shining The flames of sun is annoying Radio that is left on The drunkard blues that the empty bottles on the floor tell Light a cigarette and look up at the rising smoke I forgot about yesterday I don't think about today It doesn't matter if I die tomorrow I am revived with whiskey mojo over and over again Sit on a worn couch and drain the bottles of whiskey Muddy boots and rusty string gibson. The drunkard blues Light a cigarette and look up at the rising smoke I forgot about yesterday I don't think about today It doesn't matter if I die tomorrow I am revived with whiskey mojo over and over again
