Drinkin' My Baby Goodbye - The Charlie Daniels Band

Four a.m., stumbled to the bedroom again 'Cause I know where you're goin', you won't say where you've been It was the bloodshot eyes that gave it away Yeah, it's never my tab but I always pay Your whiskey, my headache Your good time, my heartbreak I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover Your party, my last call Your first shot, my last straw You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem Must be nice sleepin' 'til 11 o'clock like a rock You lie to my face, not an ounce of shame in your walk Oh, for the sake of my health, let's say that we're done 'Cause I feel like hell every time you get drunk Your whiskey, my headache Your good time, my heartbreak I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover Your party, my last call Your first shot, my last straw You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem Well, you can count me out for your next round 'Cause your livin' it up is bringin' me down Your whiskey, my headache Your good time, my heartbreak Yeah, I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover Your party, my last call Your first shot, my last straw You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem Yeah, I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem Yeah, my problem

There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well, they call it Texas, and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound Kick up their heels every evenin' when the sun goes down And you can call them country, and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

Daniels You can dance around if you want to But there's some thing a man don't wanna do And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it's a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he's got somethin' in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He's on Missouri Boulevard About a half o' mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don't find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He's gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky