The Living Bubba

I wake up tired and

I wake up pissed

Wonder how

I ended up like this

I wonder why things happen like they do

But I don't wonder long cuz

I got a show to do

I'm sick at my stomach from the

A.Z.T. Broke at my bank cuz that **** ain't free

But I'm here to stay (at least another week or two)

I can't die now cuz

I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief

Wit till I die for sympathy

Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two

I can't die now cuz

I got another show to do

Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'

I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving

I can dance on my own grave,

Thank You!

But I can't die now cuz

I got another show...

Some people keep saying

I can't last long

But I got my bands

I got my songs,

Liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along

And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come

Chain smoking, guitar picking, til

I'm gone I ain't got no political agenda

Ain't got no message for the youth of

America 'cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"

And come see me next

Friday cuz

I got another show...

Some people stop living long before they die

Work a dead end job just to scrape on by

But I keep living just to bend that note in two

And I can't die now cuz

I got another show...