Bee Miner Blues

Drinking whiskey every morning getting high every night
Drinking whiskey every morning getting high every night
How the hell did I get here and how am I still alive
Oh my
Well I wake up in the morning bottle and a bag by my side
Ya I wake up every morning bottle and a bag by my side
Something inside of me screams you've got to quit this way of life before you die

Drawing pictures on the foil staining black on my hands
Ya drawing pictures on the foil staining black on my hands
I don't think that you really understand
Oh no you don't
Better come quick now we ain't got much time
Better come quick now you know we ain't got much time
I'll see you soon but I'm gonna take things on down the line
I'll show you why



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Keylor
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