GAL HOLIDAY

Lyrics

The Bottle and the Booze my soul is worn and bruised
I didn’t choose these blues now I’m in disarray
The Bottle and the Booze these worn old walking shoes
Well I can’t seem to lose these honky tonkin’ blues

Been around the block and back I never seem to win
Achin’ now from head to toe my head hurts from within

The Bottle and the Booze these worn old walking shoes
Well I can’t seem to lose these honky tonkin’ blues

Said that I’d be home by ten drank that Turkey down
Now two o’clock has come again I’m nowhere to be found
Thought that I should have one more figured I’d be fine
Woke up in another’s bed with one who wasn’t mine

The Bottle and the Booze these worn old walking shoes
Well I can’t seem to lose these honky tonkin’ blues

Took some pills to make ‘em go I washed ‘em down with gin
Always off the beaten track I take it on the chin

The Bottle and the Booze my soul is worn and bruised
Well I sure hate to lose The Bottle and the Booze
Yes I sure hate to lose The Bottle and the Booze