.38 Special Lyrics

I'm drinking by myself,
while everybody else, singing songs down in the park,
brown paper bagging after dark,
it's a plastic bag for me, carrying my groceries,
a few cans of champagne,
chose the high life,
for the rain, The door man calls my name,
Good ole Joe sure knows my game,
though he says it's the youth to blame,
I can't say I feel the same,
(yeah) I'll be nursing number one,
then too soon beer two is done,
and then its three four five six, empties again,
(and) there's still half the flask,
I always forget I have,
sitting in my office with, .38
special revolver,
Looking back through,
another emply glass,
to the past when I was,
Too small, Peeking over the counter,
that was too tall, stealing my first sip, of alcohol,
this could be my last slug, to end it all,
there's still half the flask,
I always forget I have, sitting in my office with my,
.38 special revolver,
If the dead haunt the places,
their bodies are found,
Chamber me,
one last round to see, if my luck will keep,
this gun company,
I'm drinking by myself,
while everybody else, is passed out in the the park,
or going home in police cars,
they sing La da da da da, Ooh- la da da da....