I got me this affliction I can't seem to fix
No tonics or tinctures or diagnosis
If the doctors could only find what's wrong with me
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I'll be cork high and bottle deep
Full of well meant intentions that just get in the way
If I had my druthers, I'd sit here all day
Hard to summon the gumption to pick myself up
But if the creek don't rise, I'll be surprised
Fixin to get whiskey baptized
I'm sick as a dog
And prescription free
Down on both knees
This whole thing's a mess
This battered old world
Could give me a rest
Keeps blowing right through me
This autumn cold air
Try so hard