Written in January 2008 in Nashville, Tennessee
I wake up in the morning with blood shot eyes
Tripping over bottles just to shut the blinds
Another night I don’t recall
Blame it on me not the alcohol
Drinkin’ with the boys till half past four
And that’s about all I know for sure
Yes sir, no sir, thank you man
What I really need’s a black and tan
Like a man on a mission I’ll be at the bar
Like a drunkard wishing on a crumbling star
We’re all above ground, well, amen to that
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
This machine has seen better days
This machine barely pays
This machine speaks the truth
This machine can play the blues
Hey hey mama, I said, the way you move
Yeah yer dancin’ like a cat on a hoot tin roof
I don’t need to be been told
Hail! Hail! Rock and Roll
Like a man on a mission I’ll be at the bar
Like a drunkard wishing on a crumbling star
We’re all above ground, well, amen to that
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Now when the good Lord calls me home
Don’t you cry, don’t you moan
Just drink up boys, the tab’s been paid
You see, I cleared that off in my living days
I cross my heart and hope to die
That I see you all on the other side
Like a man on a mission I’ll be at the bar
Like a drunkard wishing on a crumbling star
We’re all above ground, amen to that
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Like a man on a mission I’ll be at the bar
Like a drunkard wishing on a crumbling star
We’re all above ground, amen to that
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at
Stay where you’re to till I come where you’re at