Ive been up since midnight, settlin ' my qualms with the moon

Papa in the kitchen cooking. Mama just cant get through

The whiskey aint strong enough but i guess it will have to do

sometimes i feel like cryin' but it still don't **** the pain

i woke up this mornin' just to go back to bed,

good lords got his arms around me and i know he's holdin' me tight

oh the dog is in the kitchen, he's workin' over time.

cooking up all that rough time. Im not sure i can handle it

but i just  keep on dancing. I pretend everything is alright

i keep  lying to my self. and  im workin' overtime.

hope  ill keep from falling, but guess ill see it through

The dog is in the kitchen and i hear the storm knocking.

You can call me a dog with out the ally.