Don't start me on the liquor

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 manin'

Like 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.



Gordon gano: vocal, guitar

Brian ritchie: bass, guitar, vocal

Guy hoffman: drums, vocal



Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi



© gorno music reprinted with permission


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