Fella’s been drinking whiskey half the night
the other half spent counting coins for the trip
down the road to the liquor store and his taste
is rather extravagant but desperate times call
for lower standards and fella’s okay with it even
if he has to mix his medicine with Cherry Coke
just to make it palatable but when the only cash
you’ve got to your name is tied up in a bottle corner
the mixer is the lesat of a fella’s problems, yeah?