WHISKEY RICH


QUICK STOP AT THE LIQUOR STORE
THIRD TIME THIS WEEK I SAID ONE MORE
IF I HAD A DIME
FOR EACH TIME I SAID THOSE WORDS
I WOULDN'T BE
Eating DINNERS FROM A MICROWAVE
BUT THATS HOW I LIVE THESE DAYS
Walls CLOSING IN ON ME
To STRONG To STAY To WEAK To LEAVE
AND PLL BE
WhISKEY RICH ON THAT BOTTLE
THe ONE THING I CAN HOLD ONTO
Knowing THAT IT WON'T SLIP THROUGH MY HANDS
AND PLL BE
LIVINg POOR ON HER MEMORY
Couldn'T BLAME HER WHEN SHE LEFT ME
NEVeR FOUND THE STRENGTH To GET OFF THAT COLD FLOOR
AND PLL BE
WHIsKEY RICH AND LIVING POOR
TwIST THE TOP OFF ANOTHER ROUND
LIFE SLIPS AWAY AS HER MEMORY DROWNS
BLOODSHOT EYES TURNING GREY
BROWN PAPER SACKS HOW PLL END THIS DAY
And PLL BE
(CHORUS)
WHEN THIS CRUEL WORLD LAYS ME DOWN
UPon THAT COLD MARBLE
THese WORDS WILL BE FOUND
WHIskey RICH ON THAT BOTTLE
THe ONE THING HE COULD HOLD ONTO
Knowing THAT IT WOULDN'T SLIP THROUGH HIS HANDS
HE LIVED POOR ON HER MEMORY
NEver BLAMED HER WHEN SHE LEFT HIM
HE NEVER FOUND THE STRENGTH To GET OFF THAT COLD FLOOR
And HE DIED
WHIsKEY RICH AND LIVING POOR
Yea HE DIED
WHisKey RICH AND LIVING POOR