Sometimes I get to muttering when I start to think
Because it’s cold outside
And I’m old inside.
I can get warm with a drink
But you know it’s not the same.
I’m callin’ out your name at night
With some other guy by my side
Because I’ve had too much booze
And not enough you.
Sometimes I get to staggerin’ when I’m on the brink
‘Cause it’s a long way down the bottom
Of a tipped up cup,
When it’s not worth the price of think.
It’s her you seem to need.
Guess that’s the way it should be.
These aren’t my tears to cry
‘Cause I’ve never worn your ring,
And you never said or promised nothin’.
Sometimes I get to shudderin’ when I take a drink
‘Cause I mix um better
As I getting worse,
‘Cause it gets fuzzed up past the brink.
‘Cause really, I’m alone
And ‘cause when you say you’re coming home
It means her taste, her place,
The smile on her god-damn face.
‘Cause you never meant to me.
And sometimes I just am now and stumblin’
Shivrin’ hard and falling, mumblin’
“I swears to God I’m sober up with every fuggin’ drink!”