Couldnt Make It

I play down by the river, some call me a crazy man Cause I'm ten shades deep in a bottle of skey Paid a woman for her company One night turned to four more, then she left me without a trace And now my pocketbook's dry, I'm low on pride My wife cant look me in the face I couldn't make it big in Nashville, so I turned into a rolling stone I had a pretty little thing back at home Used to pray I'd never to do no wrong I never was known to listen, so I did my fair time in jail Movin' that coal down to the mines, never been closer to hell Pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man Pour another shot for the boys at war Fightin' to keep us free, man I said, pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man Pour another shot for the boys at war Fightin' to keep us free, man I said, pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man Pour another shot for the boys at war Fightin' to keep us free, man