I CAN BARELY FEEL
THE SHEETS
WITH ALL THESE CRUMBS
DOWN IN MY BED
OH NO
HOW CAN I GET TO SLEEP
WITH ALL THIS BUZZIN'
IN MY HEAD
AND WHO'D HAVE EVER
THOUGHT
I'D NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT
A MESS
SERVES ME RIGHT
I GUESS
THIS IS WHAT I GET
FOR EATIN' CRACKERS
WITH MY GIN
AND DRINKIN'
IN MY SUNDAY DRESS
THE TELEPHONE
IS BY THE BOTTLE
WHICH IS ALWAYS
BY MY BED
TIME TO TIME
I GIVE IT A RATTLE
TO MAKE SURE
THAT IT'S NOT DEAD
I WILL WAIT HERE
FOR YOUR CALL
'TIL I RUN OUT
OF CIGARETTES
I LOVE TO PLAY THE PART
OF THE DAMSEL
IN DISTRESS
FLICKIN' ASHES
IN MY COFFEE
DRINKIN'
IN MY SUNDAY DRESS
WELL I'VE BEEN
ON THE ROAD TO THIS
AND I'VE BEEN
ON THE WAY TO THIS
BUT WHO'D'VE THINK
IT'D COME TO THIS
DON'T LET ON
YOU'VE SEEN ME
LIKE THIS
LIKE THIS
MY OLD TRANSISTOR'S
SOUNDIN'
JUST AS TWANGY
AS A FENDER
MY RADIATOR
GROWLS LIKE ELVIS
AFTER SUNDAY DINNER
I DRANK
MY LAST TEQUILA
AND I'VE THROWN AWAY
THE BLENDER
I'VE POURED OUT
ALL THE WINE
FROM NOW ON
NOTHIN' BUT THE BEST
COGNIAC
AND PATSY CLINE
WHILE DRINKIN'
IN MY SUNDAY DRESS
4 BAR
BREAK
WELL I'VE BEEN
ON THE ROAD TO THIS
AND I'VE BEEN ON
THE WAY TO THIS
I SURELY AIN'T
A HYPROCRITE
I'VE HAD MY FUN
AND NOW I MUST
CONFESS
OUR REVEREND
IS A KINGLY SOUL
REPENTS 'EM
ON A DIME
HIS BIBLE IS NOT INKED
IN GOLD
HE'S NOT THE
CHEATIN' KIND
ONE SUNDAY
AFTER MEETIN'
I WAS IN THE GREETIN' LINE
HE SAID I SEEN YOU
FROM THE ALTAR
GULPIN' DOWN
COMMUNION WINE
JUST REMEMBER
WHO'S BESIDE YOU
WHEN IT'S NO BUSINESS
OF MINE
I SAID REMEMBER
WHO'S BESIDE YOU
WHEN IT'S NO BUSINESS
OF MINE