Drunkards Paradise

Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad, smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause they remind me of my dad. But if I sit here long enough in this crowded beach bar, starring at the sand I won't care where you are. I'll be happy as a clown painting color on his face Hangin' with my friends in this sunny drunkards place. No, I won't ever get tired, angry or sad, I won't ever remember all the things that I had and all that you got when you packed up to leave, like money and cars and that ass-hole Steve. Yea the guy with the big house and a Mercedes Benz, but don't forget his grown kids and his other girlfriends. I told you when you left he was nothing but a sleaze, but you didn't believe me, but you will when he leaves. And I'll still be here, Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad, smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause you took all that I had. And I won't be thinking about you, and that guy that you're with. I'll be sitting with the boys starting another fifth.