I'll drink it all down straight

I'll make a toast to love

But I drink the most

When I got somebody to hate

I'm an old man

I got an old man's pain

Will the morning

Will the morning ever come again

Well, I'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor

I'm drivin' down the drink

I'll take a toast to life

But I drink the most

When my devil start to think

I'm an old man

I got an old man's pain

Will the morning

Will the morning ever come again

Oh, I could drink, drink, drink

So I can't think, think, think

I got a hope or a home

In this life I'm all alone

On this long cold lonely night of fright

Followed by a lonely day

'Til there's nothing left I can say

Except I didn't know I was sick

And so I got sicker

He's a low down lying

Peckerwood cotton picker

Don't start me on the liquor

I got nothing more to say

I had a little money

But it all flown away

And I said oh man

Oh, ain't that a shame

Oh, I keep manin', I keep maninLIke I got an old man's pain

Don't

Don't start

Don't start me

Don't start me on

Don't start me on the

Don't start me on the liquor.