Got a five in my pocket Wanna buy me some gin A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm Cause I'd rather be drunk and drive away from here Than to be sober, so sober yea No friends comin thru I think I've lost them all No man to take there place So I decided to make this call, whoa ho That I'd rather be drunk on a cloud away from here I don't wanna be sober, no not sober yea Broke and alone nowhere to go And loneliness is hurting me so Broke and alone, nowhere to go And loneliness and hurting so One stog left to light I think I'll smoke just a half By the time I finish this drink I'll roll the last of the grass, yea hey Cause I'd rather feel pumped Than to drown in my tears That'll help me peel over, sleep the night over yea hey Yeah, yeah, yea yea *windy voice* Oh I could've swore oh Sober, sober, sober And lonliness is killing me slow Broke and alone, whoo boy, what ever Did I drink too much Cause the road is all lop-sided I only drove a small way I thought I swore not to take this ride, yea hey Now my air's being pumped And I'm drenched in my tears Oh I don't wanna peel over Just wanna be sober yea, oooh Why I had to go Killing me slow, slow I wish I could have listened to my conscience And not drunk a drip I wouldn't be here in so many pieces I shouldn't have drank a sip
