Once More

You might have better luck

but I took a punch to the head

on the left and on the right

and then I hit the ground.

You might have better luck

but I wound up in jail

on the floor eating

their scrambled eggs for breakfast

and their baloney for lunch

I don’t know what they had

for dinner but I had seen the judge

and was out and on my way

to the bar once more

forgetting what I had promised The Lord

pleading with him to get me out

and I would never drink no more.