Sometimes A Man Takes A Drink

Written by Larry Cordle and Amanda Martin

Last night he fell down but he got right back up
Had one too many I guess
Tomorrow he won't remember tonight he just want's to forget
The pressure he's under the hell he's been in
The knife twisted up in his gut
When this is all over he's gonn get sober
Right now he's just down on his luck

Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At things he can't change
Like the bills he can't pay and all of those ghosts from the past
It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man

Not that long ago he could take it or leave it
Now he wonders when it all changed
When did he stop being happy go lucky and become a prisoner in chains
Trapped behind bars no longer in charge
Where did the good times all go
He knows it's got him cause he's on the bottom
Real close to out of control

Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At things he can't change
Like the bills he can't pay and all of those ghosts from the past
It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man

Похожие новости.

This Waiting Heart

O Lean, O Lean, O Leon, Wellahiya. O Lean, O Lean, O Lean, Wellahiya. Out on the water I can hear them call I feel the rhythm inside of me This is the moment

Я Тебя Ждал

Ты улетела, махнув самолётным крылом. Ты обещала вернуться, как можно скорей. Я в ожиданье, сидел за накрытым столом. А к возвращению сидел, у закрытых дверей. Ты уплыла

Lakehouse

Oh, I miss the comfort of this house. Where we are, where we are. Where we are, where we are. The floor under our feet whispers out, "come on in, come on in, where

All The Way Down

Rock me like a lullaby, Roll me like a wheel I’m going down, down, all the way down Love me like a superstar, Play me like a steel I’m going down, down, all

Til The Last Shot’s Fired

I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had led We barely had time to bury our dead When the Yankees