Drunk Again

Sitting in the floor board of an eighty four chevette
Covered in the rancid smell of gin
I was waiting on my dad to get back to the car
It was getting late and I wanted to go home
He took me to a movie and we drove back to town
He got out and locked both the doors
He stepped into a bar down by the local campus
Where the girls they like to show a lot of skin

Cause he was drunk, drunk again
He starts a lot and seldom ever ends
He was drunk, drunk again
The bottle is his best friend

I learned how to drive when I was just fourteen
So he could keep that bottle in his hand
We'd head on down to franklin, to the local pharmacy
To get some stuff he couldn't get back home
I never understood it but my mama said to me
That elixir helped to cover up his boos
And we bought a model airplane and head back to the house
Poor grandmother never even knew

That he was drunk, drunk again
He starts a lot and seldom ever ends
He was drunk, drunk again
The bottle is his best friend

Well it's been six years since he had a drink
I don't think he ever will again
He swears he don't remember half the things he did
But as for me I never will forget

When he was drunk, drunk again
He starts a lot and seldom ever ends
He was drunk, drunk again
The bottle was his best friend