Cryin' (On The Hard Shoulder) - G.B.H.

Just one more sip

I’ll be on my trip

From hell to paradise

Won’t hear you shout

Cus' I block it all out

I got nothing in this life

A wild beast with the devil in your breast

Putting our friendship to the test

When it comes to drinking you’re the title holder

But I won’t, I won’t leave you.

Cryin', cryin' cryin'.

On the hard shoulder.

You’ve got the Bourbon blues

You’ve got holes in your shoes

But really that’s nothing new

You won’t get my pity or my pint

To stay up all night

But I’ve got empathy for you

It’s really such a waste

When you get that taste

Cus' it always lets you down

From bad to worse.

Progress in reverse

Walking home from town