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

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