A tune that lurches like a drunk after happy hour.
Songwriter: Alex Rossino
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fiogf49gjkf0d I roll into my local bar each Friday night
To have a few and ease my mind
Workin’ for the man’s got me feeling tight
I need a few drinks to unwind
A half a dozen shots are gonna make me feel fine
By ten o’clock I’ll be outta sight
Got to hit the head and man that’s when I find
That I’m blind … I’m stumblin’ drunk
(Watch that first step! Whoa!)
Now I ain’t gonna solve a thing by drinking all night
I’m throwing my money away
But if I can’t have a few and feel all right
What’s the use of workin’ all week
So set me up again, I’ll have a bourbon on ice
Whiskey’s gonna taste real fine
Drivin’ home ain’t gonna be an option tonight
Because I’m blind … I’m stumblin’ drunk
(Yeah, I’ll have another)
People used say to me that drinkin’ ain’t right
But I don’t have a use for advice
A workin’ man don’t have too many pleasures in life
And boozin’ is a favorite of mine
So have another round and ease your mind
No need to apologize
My old lady’s gonna give me trouble tonight
Because I’m blind … I’m stumblin’ drunk
(Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh)
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