A warning sign I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones That I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is Yeah the truth is That I miss you so

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't have much time 'Cause at five o'clock They take me to the gallows pole The sands of time For me are running low

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

When I was young Pain more painful Laughter much louder Yeah, when I was young The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard I smoked my first cigarette at ten And for girls, I had a bad yen

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

Everything's not lost I'll be counting up my demons yeah Hoping everything's not lost Come on yeah oh oh yeah come on yeah If you ever feel neglected If you think all is lost When I'm counting up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky