Walking in the cold, damp weather
Feeling 1/2 a bottle of whiskey better
Than I did an hour before
When it was already dark at Four

In these times, we need some help
To sometimes get out of ourselves
But I know only too well in an hour or two
The buzz will be gone, and here comes the blues

I love these visits from Gentleman Jack
But I hate it when he has to go back
Back to Kentucky, in the U.S.A.
Leaving me hungover and alone again