Lord, dont I know whiskey aint a good chaser For chasing a memory gone wild It aint no cure and it wont erase her Only board up the pain for awhile So why did I reach for that barroom door I aint been drunk in a week and a day Lord guide these headlights Cause the bottle tonight says Im comin home DOA Drunk on arrival three sheets to the wind Aint no mistaking the state that Im in Deliver me, Lord From this hell where I been Mixing whiskey and memories till when Im drunk on arrival again I musta drunk every drop that the bar had to offer Musta closed it down drunk it dry I aint been in worse shape since the day that I lost her And this bottles the damn reason why Now the road keeps a swayin the stop signs are a blur Lord, I hope that youre lookin my way Hope the drive ends ahead Cause I feel all but dead Comin home DOA Drunk on arrival Three sheets to the wind Drunk on arrival Three sheets to the wind
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