Too damn drunk to play

I fell into a bottle
Four Presidents ago
looking for the hidden song
Just before a show

Once I thought I found it
I was in about half way
When I took the stage I found out
I was far too drunk to play

Every bottle has a song
somewhere deep inside
I haven’t found one yet though
but, damn…i know I’ve tried

Each line upon my weary face
And scar upon my fingers
is the end result of searching for
the song that always lingers

If it isn’t in one bottle
in the next it may be there
so for now, i’ll just keep searching
for the song that isn’t there

there’s songs in other places too
too dark for me to go
some find songs inside a needle
those aren’t songs I want to know

I come by my songs honestly
my scars show I’ve looked deep
But, when I’m almost there and see it
That’s kinda when I fall asleep

when I’m sober, I can’t find them
once I’m drinking, then I hear
The song calling from a bottle
I’m like an alcoholic seer

I know I’ll find the right one
And it just may be today
I only hope I find it
Before I’m too damn drunk to play

I only hope I find it
Before I’m too damn drunk to playpassed out bar beer

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