Well I lost my job and my dog ran off
And my truck's broke down in the yard
My girlfriend's got her own girlfriend
I caught 'em making out at the barn
And my single wide's got a double wide leak
Yeah, it's been a hell of a week
I think I'll pour myself a big old bottle of whiskey
Till I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink till I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
Well, the crops went dry and the fish won't bite
Been a minute since I caught me a break
I'm overdrawn and I can't get a load
Need some J-A money in the bank
I think I'll pour myself a big old bottle of whiskey
Till I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink till I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
I'm talking Cooter Brown
I'm talking three sheets
Talking can't walk, talking can't speak
I be struggle bus struggling, Gatorade chugging
BC's by the bed for my pounding head
Till then I'm gonna pour myself a big old bottle of whiskey
Till I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink till I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
Hell, I'm gonna drink till I swear that I'm never gonna drink again