Beer-I-Cide - Sonny Burgess

well theres a long neck on my left and theres some long legs on my right

and i’m too far gone to know which way to fall

if i can’t put some words together, and get a couple cross my lips

well that blonde is gonna leave before last call

and theres a tiny little waylon that keeps singin' in my ear

tellin me there ain’t no point in lookin' back

i put that bottle to my lips, count to ten and close my eyes

one more friday night, i’m sittin' here committin', beer-i-cide

well there’s a biker in the corner, who thinks i stole his girl

and man i swear he’s itchin' for a fight

if this bar would just stop spinnin', like some gin soaked tilt a whirl

i’d show him who’s the big dog here tonight

theres a tiny little johnny tellin' me to walk the line

tiny waylons yellin' «hit him from behind»

i put that bottle to my lips before i follow him outside

and its got the whole bar bettin', im comittin, beer-i-cide

instrumental

well now i guess i should be leavin' cause theyre turnin' off the lights

and my eyes gone down enough, so i can see

i might stumble home a broken man, but there’s one ray of hope

that six pack waitin' in the fridge for me

now hank sr’s on my shoulder, singin «bless your cheatin heart»

meanwhile johnny’s tellin' waylon «told you so»

i take that bottle from my lips, to kiss my next ex-wife goodbye

i’ve used all the rope she’s given', im comittin', beer-i-cide

and i really will be sorry least until tomorrow night

when once more i’ll be here tomorrow sittin', still comittin' beer-i-cide