Hello there friend, come on in, would you like a shot of gin?
Maybe whiskey? A little dope? It's the only way I can cope
With this joke that I a life, my back's so sore from all the knives
My closest friends are my enemies, trust no one in with your lives
I lost my job and I lost my home, my family and my health are gone
A retion? Don't make me laugh, I'm all the laws got their eyes on, come on
Half my days I spend out in the country, intoxicated wantin to die
The tears have dried and I've quit asking the common question of why
Everybody looks at me funny, I know I look rough
Yes these are scars, in this world you gotta be tough
I may be out of my mind and I may look like a crook...