Well, it was colder than a witch's t** inside a nylon bra
There was a punk
rock song about the government playing across the bar
Had a Pabst and a short
Jim Beam to get my head on right
Another lonely day, another whiskey
night
Woke up this morning with my head on fire and I didn't know where I
was
I beat it quick and I hit the streets, and caught a downtown bus
Alone
again and a little sad while I sat down at the bar
Another lonely day, another
whiskey night
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
As I sit and drink away the misery while I hang around the pain
I
wonder if there'll come a day when we might meet again
I think about you,
where you are, now the bottle's almost gone
Another lonely day, another
whiskey night
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
Misfortune's arms, they're open wide
Embracing me all the
time
Lonely days and whiskey nights
There was a punk
rock song about the government playing across the bar
Had a Pabst and a short
Jim Beam to get my head on right
Another lonely day, another whiskey
night
Woke up this morning with my head on fire and I didn't know where I
was
I beat it quick and I hit the streets, and caught a downtown bus
Alone
again and a little sad while I sat down at the bar
Another lonely day, another
whiskey night
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
As I sit and drink away the misery while I hang around the pain
I
wonder if there'll come a day when we might meet again
I think about you,
where you are, now the bottle's almost gone
Another lonely day, another
whiskey night
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
Lonely days and whiskey nights
Lonely days and whiskey
nights
Misfortune's arms, they're open wide
Embracing me all the
time
Lonely days and whiskey nights