Don'T Ask Me

He stumbled in, and fell to the floor, said come on baby, run me to the store, I'm out of drink, and I can't drive, just put me in on the passengers side. OK I said, grab you another shirt, that one looks like you rolled in the dirt. Wabble, wabble, out to the truck, maybe you will make it, with a little luck. Straight to town, past all the stores, right to the jail, he opened the door. Go on in, and tell them what you need, I'll be right here, then we'll get something to eat. One hard lesson, he learned that night, don't ever ask me to drive.