It does escape me quite to soon whiskey bottles hotel rooms

Dreams I had from long drawn past now it leaves me much to fast

Had a thought of a flower growing hopelessly so gallantly waiting to be picked
But left behind thrown and forgotten.

Now sitting all alone like a heart that has no home my mind waits profusely kind and used but known by few.

That deep and honest thought that I once knew now just to keep the chilly winds off my guitar.

And since I was walking lonely roads left behind like a joke that was once told but now unknown I dropped my pride and stepped inside a bar.

Music played soft and low some people danced more sat alone I guess that's just the way lonesome goes fly to high you fall so slow.

I bought a drink and looked around I'm just a drifter from some old town but now that town is ghostly sounded by empty streets and stubborn old I grew up there and grew so cold.

Thanks to the girls who've held me nice and to the men who gave advice some advice has saved my life but only few have ever found me deep and sound drunk and forgotten whiskey kills when mixed with cotton.