Woke up this morning about 10 am Back on the road to play those same old songs again A fifth of whiskey and this old guitar My nightly run from bar to bar Then it's back home again Just enough money to pay my rent Fridge is empty there's mail by the door More bills this life cannot afford Damn, I'm really poor Last night's run had to come to an end One more shot of whiskey to forget it all again The more that I drink, the better I feel 'Till tomorrow morning when everything is real Then it's back home again Just enough money to pay my rent Fridge is empty there's mail by the door More bills this life cannot afford Damn, I'm really poor When I'm drinking whiskey, it always goes away Chasing dreams I know I'll get there some day Too much whiskey, too much gasoline The only thing that I've got left are these broken songs I sing Then it's back home again Just enough money to pay my rent Fridge is empty there's mail by the door More bills this life cannot afford Damn, I'm really poor