Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drinking Again, artist - Corey Smith. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drinking Again |
| Feels like a Friday night |
| But it’s only Monday afternoon |
| Still there’s a party goin' on in my livin' room |
| It’s just me and fifth of Beam |
| Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones |
| And it won’t be long 'til the whole damn bottle’s gone |
| And I know it might sound sad |
| But to tell the truth it ain’t half bad |
| I love my misery |
| Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| Tryin' hard to hide the pain I’m in |
| So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin' in |
| Sure, it’s a sin but I don’t really give a damn |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| Oh, I’m drinkin' again |
| I’ve got no friends to call |
| They’ve all straightened up and settled down |
| And they don’t ever wanna hang around |
| But I guess I understand |
| This house ain’t much for company |
| Smells like a cesspool here |
| It’s stinkin' nasty |
| And you might say I’m bad off |
| But I chose the road I strumbled across |
| I picked my poison |
| Give me another shot of bourbon |
| 'Cause I’m drinkin' again |
| Tryin' hard to hide the pain I’m in |
| So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin in |
| Sure, it’s a sin but I don’t really give a damn |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| Well fortunately for me I find relief |
| When the world is weighin' down on me |
| I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a pill |
| Turn the radio up, sit back and chill |
| Pretend my life is a bed of roses |
| Try not to notice all the ghosts |
| That are hauntin' me and tauntin' me |
| And wantin' me to cut my wrists |
| So they can watch me bleed |
| And laugh at me, as I scream in agony |
| I get high for the sake of my family |
| 'Cause the alcohol is all that’s helpin' me |
| To cope since I went broke and lost my hope |
| I kicked my girl to the curb of the road |
| You know I couldn’t afford to support us both |
| Hell I’m not rich, don’t have a good job |
| Do construction work with this dude named Bob |
| And he’s an ass, Yells at me all the time |
| Pays minimum wage on overtime |
| Still he’s got it made, drives an Escalade |
| And gets two hundred times what I get paid |
| But that’s okay |
| I’ll drink to his health and ruin mine |
| I’ll chug liquor and he can sip red wine |
| And I’ll be fine. |
| Trying to find some peace |
| I’ll quit payin' my rent and I’ll break my lease |
| I’ll live out on the streets and beg for change |
| Crawl in a box when it starts to rain |
| Forget my family and my friends |
| Forget the world, y’all, I’m drinkin' again |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| Tryin' hard to hide the pain I’m in |
| So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin in |
| Sure, it’s a sin, but I done lost control |
| And I’m drinkin' again y’all |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| I’m drinkin' again |
| I done said goodbye |
| To the twelve-step program |
| I’m drinkin' again |