Whiskey, Women, and Song

A young man, barely twenty-one, On the town in search of fun. The wrong side of the railroad track And somehow never made it back. A pickup truck, a black guitar… I thought that they would take me far. But music with no solid plan Meant nothing when I met Suzanne. Used to think that I was strong. Those days are forever gone. Want to know what led me wrong? Blame the whiskey, women, and song. Another seedy barroom stage. Drinks and tips, our only wage. But we had such sweet harmonies, Ecstasies and agonies. So, coast to coast, that highway song. I thought we were where we belong. But life moves like an old cliché And Becky stole my heart away. Used to think that I was strong. Those days are forever gone. Want to know what led me wrong? Blame the whiskey, women, and song. Our dreams will always let us down… We were camped just out of town. Me and Becky on the street I sang my songs, she tapped her feet. The liquor store was dark that night. Truly locked up good and tight. Breaking in was kind of fun But then we had to cut and run. Used to think that I was strong. Those days are forever gone. Want to know what led me wrong? Blame the whiskey, women, and song. The next week Becky said goodbye. So I gave Annie Sue a try. She stayed with me until the Spring But couldn’t live without a ring. A one man show once again. Just me alone until the end. A bottle of my favorite brew I guess will somehow get me through. Used to think that I was strong. Those days are forever gone. Want to know what led me wrong? Blame the whiskey, women, and song. An old man now, so many years Same old dreams, the same old fears. Still on the wrong side of the track Too late now, no going back… Used to think that I was strong. Those days are forever gone. Want to know what led me wrong? Blame the whiskey, women, and song.