By:  D. Clare   

I could use some better luck, need a four leaf clover 
But All I seem to get is another hangover 
If you can't beat ‘em; your gonna hafta join ‘em 
Coasting in a bar somewhere off the coast of Wyoming  

One more shot before the neon starts to blink 
I can't get drunk watching other people drink

Well no one ever died from second hand drinking

That old gal made me cry and she wouldn’t stop-a-lying; Hell, she’s on my mind again!

I swore I’d quit, never touch another Beer, Whisky or Gin

... that was the time I was last happy back then…

The moon come up and I woke up in a thirst 
Guess I Better not drink or my liver’s gonna burst!

God, it will only make it worse 
At least I don't smoke and I'm tired 
To do much thinking 
Hell No one ever died of second hand drinking