Из альбома: No Fixed Address
Yeah the lady and me both agree some days we just don't get along
But the whiskey and me both agree maybe we're just better off
Well the preacher believes that I'll meet all these demons hanging on
But we both know if they don't I'll get lonely, need a few to tag along
Hanging here by a thread
Hear a voice inside my head
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle a little too long (no)
And I'm not about to anymore"
Now the wagon I'm in's paper thin
I think one wheel's coming off
Hey sister sin with that grin, where you been?
So kind of you to help me out
Hanging here by a thread
Hear a voice inside my head
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle a little too long (no)
And I'm not about to anymore"
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Lying face down in the mud
Please don't hate [?]
For I know not just what I've done
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Lying face down in the mud
Please don't hate [?]
For I know not just what I've done
Lying face down in the mud
For I know not just what I've done
For I know not just what I've done
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle a little too long (no)
And I'm not about to anymore"
Lie me beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle a little too long (no)
And I'm not about to anymore"