Poor

Woke up this morning about 10 am
Back on the road to play those same old songs again
A fifth of whiskey and this old guitar
My nightly run from bar to bar
Then it’s back home again
Just enough money to pay my rent
Fridge is empty there’s mail by the door
More bills this life cannot afford
Damn, I’m really poor
Last night’s run had to come to an end
One more shot of whiskey to forget it all again
The more that I drink, the better I feel
'till tomorrow morning when everything is real
Then it’s back home again
Just enough money to pay my rent
Fridge is empty there’s mail by the door
More bills this life cannot afford
Damn, I’m really poor
When I’m drinking whiskey, it always goes away
Chasing dreams, I know I’ll get there some day
Too much whiskey, too much gasoline
The only thing that I’ve got left are these broken songs I sing
Then it’s back home again
Just enough money to pay my rent
Fridge is empty there’s mail by the door
More bills this life cannot afford
Damn, I’m really poor