"Life Of A Drunk" By: Orie Evans

Life Of A Drunk"

They took me to the station and read me my rights. Another drunken weekend full of bar room fights.

They took my picture and printed my thumb, through me in a cell with another drunken bum.

As I tossed and I turned on that cold concrete floor. I promised myself I wouldn't drink anymore.

But those are just words from a man sittin in jail. Not knowing where I'm going could be headed straight for hell.

As they turned that lock with that special made key They said I could go, I was once again free..

Five days have passed and the weekend has come I'm locked up again, I'm drunk and I'm numb

I look to the side and what do I see That same old bum on the floor next to me.

By: Orie Evans (My Son)