Epitaph for a Drunk

It's four in the morning, I ain't been home all night
 Sure in dedication, sure in my loving life
 Pretty women walk away in the flesh to smile in that special way
 That makes me feel like my hell of a guy
 I'm a two-piece suit, and I twinkle in the eye
 And it's a drive into the country only in dreaming down like hell
 And I try some conversation, but can't think of a damn word to say
 Well, I'm tired of drinking whiskey
 And the girls that said they miss me
 'Cause when you get right down to business
 I'm bored, I'm bored of always listening
 I've lived in towns for far too long
 I've played the clown of song, song, song
 And I know it's been a long time coming, babe
 But you're all killing me
 Don't get me wrong, I ain't on no good shape
 Ain't nothing wrong with drinking, ain't nothing wrong with getting late
 Sometimes when you're working late, it seems to compensate
 When you find the door is jammed, suddenly, you understand
 It ain't the way you laugh too loud, I'll gravitate away from crowds
 It's just the way you bring your hands, you'll never have a word to say
 Well, I'm tired of drinking whiskey
 And the girls that say they miss me
 When you get right down to business
 Yeah, I'm bored, I'm bored of all these listening
 I've lived in town for far too long
 Completed the clown of some sort or something
 I know it's been a long time coming, babe
 But you're all killing me