Wind chimes remind the old man of better times once had with his old lady
Stepping out into the shady blues, still praying under the porch light snooze
Try confessing sins with cheap red wine flowing through your blood
Wearing thin
Wearing thin
Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around
A frail body, a frail soul, touched by remorse, what a worn soul
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Drink it up man, drink it down, fail to live now you’re just a clown
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Ashtrays remind the old man of smoky days once had with his old lady
The storybook is old upon crinkly skin, crosses gold, wading through the warped and the sold
He doesn’t like no good scalawags, such as yourself bagged eyes in a burlap sack burning up to the max
Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around
A frail body, a frail soul, touched by remorse, what a worn soul
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Drink it up man, drink it down, fail to live now you’re just a clown
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Four sleepless nights remind the old man of sicker days once had with his old lady
Three whisky and waters by two in the afternoon by nightfall feeling just like one greasy spoon
Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around