Wine Sick Blues

I got the wine sick blues and i paid my dues Been wining and whining but not doing no shining I got the wine sick blues There ain't no easy way out of this moral drought So my drunken pen flows as the lower she goes Send me a letter when this damn world gets better Don't like the news , put some miles on my shoes Can't blame the man, if you jumped in the pan I got the wine sick blues The easy part's over, there's no bed of clover Can't make the turn, if you spent what you earn Days running wild like a forgotten child Descending so fast, don't believe I can last my poor butt is dragging and my mind keeps on lagging Got nowhere to go, it's a rough row to hoe Ray sings born to lose, but what do I use Shed this old feeling, while the brain keeps on reeling I got the wine sick blues. For goodness sake, when do I wake If I'm only dreaming, why am I screaming Can't seem to pass through the broken glass No wonder we cry while the prophets get high Every now and then from my drunken pen Comes a call to our youth to seek the truth But my heart is sunk, maybe it's not so drunk But still need the booze to light the fuse I got the wine sick blues. For Elliott Bowe's The Drunken Pen blog