Lonely as these days are lone,
As dark as the night bursts on,
Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
I'm a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.
My clothes, they're ragged and warm,
The sailor's calling the worst kind of storm.
The water keeps rising, but I'm getting by.
I keep walking, I'm too stoned to fly.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.
Now I'm living from town to town,
I've always been lost, I ain't never been found.
They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry,
No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.
Andrew Combs - Too Stoned to Cry Lyrics
Andrew Combs - Too Stoned to Cry Lyrics
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Lonely as these days are lone,
As dark as the night bursts on,
Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
I'm a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.
My clothes, they're ragged and warm,
The sailor's calling the worst kind of storm.
The water keeps rising, but I'm getting by.
I keep walking, I'm too stoned to fly.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.
Now I'm living from town to town,
I've always been lost, I ain't never been found.
They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry,
No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.
As dark as the night bursts on,
Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
I'm a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.
My clothes, they're ragged and warm,
The sailor's calling the worst kind of storm.
The water keeps rising, but I'm getting by.
I keep walking, I'm too stoned to fly.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.
Now I'm living from town to town,
I've always been lost, I ain't never been found.
They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die.
cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I'm walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry,
No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.