Where is My Next Drank Comin' From
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
It's awfully hard now a days a begging on the streets for a meal
And from kind hearted people their good intention tryin' to steal
When they all know damn good and well
That all I'm' going to buy is muscatel
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
I've checked out all the coin return slots
I've been hopin' for a nickel or a dime that maybe someone forgot
But all the slots are so empty and bare
Leaving me only to despair
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
I keep scrounging through the trash can and bins
Searchin' for a bottle that might still have a few drops left there in
But all the bottles are so empty and dry
Leaving me only the shakes to hide
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
It's awfully hard now a days a begging on the streets for a meal
And from kind hearted people their good intention tryin' to steal
When they all know damn good and well
That all I'm' going to buy is muscatel
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
I've checked out all the coin return slots
I've been hopin' for a nickel or a dime that maybe someone forgot
But all the slots are so empty and bare
Leaving me only to despair
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
I keep scrounging through the trash can and bins
Searchin' for a bottle that might still have a few drops left there in
But all the bottles are so empty and dry
Leaving me only the shakes to hide
Where is my next drank comin' from
I sure is a hell of a life a being a drunk and a bum
Tryin' to depend on old lady luck and a beggin' tongue
And wondering where my next drank is comin' from
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Writer(s): Floyd Byars
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