I got drunk last night And the night before And tonight I'm gonna get drunk some more It's just so hard when there is nothing else to do It's just so easy when there's nothing else to lose I've got to move I've got the blues I've got some bruises, I don't know where they come from I've got to move I've got the blues I've got to drink 'til I am dead or I am numb But you wouldn't know About all that anymore I got drunk last night And the night before And somehow I ended up outside your door I've got my whiskey bourbon And my chevy suburban Writing stupid rhymes in front of your house You come out and kiss me On the mouth I've got to move I've got the blues I've got these bruises, I don't know where they come from I've got to move 'Cause I've got the blues I've got to drink 'til I get drunk Do something dumb, Something dumb Progress is in the eye of the beholder Once you think it's finished it will roll you right over Then you let the rope go And pick up some slack When it gets too close That's when you pull it right back And I swear I'll move 'Cause you said the blues and the bruises Go away in a year or two But I swear I'll move I swear I'll move, if I have to So proud you pat me on the back Singing, hey, I'll drink to that And I'll drink to that