I’m so blue,
I’m outa bourbon
And without you.
Suns gonna shine,
Winds gonna blow,
We all know,
I’ll still be low.
Fella next door,
Say he gots enough beer
To bring us some cheer.
But beer dun't work
'round here.
Suds lack real gristle,
And leave me still
down in tha whistle.
Like a boat
that cain't float,
or a sieve
rustin' solid,
I dunno
what to do.
down in tha whistle.
Like a boat
that cain't float,
or a sieve
rustin' solid,
I dunno
what to do.
I’m so blue.
I’m outa bourbon
Without you.