Get Low

As I sit alone old and gray in the darkness of the night I should be sad and sorry when I look back at my life The loves that I have gone through which caused me mortal pain The money I have pissed away and thrown youth down the drain I lost my land and my house my credit and my doe Yes, I'm up the creek without a paddle, with which to row I've seen my friends all drift away and my family dying slow I fly without a net these days for there's no safe place to go I'm here alone old and gray What's left to do but die So, I look up at the heavens And ask the question "Why" of course the answer, may take time Perhaps another year So on the brighter side of life There's this cooler packed with beer