Back on the Booze

The straight and narrow didn't suit him much
Then the wagon broke down and he had to push
No girl, no job and not much cash
Sick of sitting feeling of blue
From hat to belt to shoes
He's back on the booze

He lay there drunk just by the bar room door
Like a shipwreck washed up on a sandy shore
The barman helped him from the floor
Staggers home without a clue
What a sorry life to choose
He's back on the booze

People like to say the way he lives his life is oh so wrong
Does that mean that he's to blame?
Everybody walks away from him and says he's too far gone
All his friends have passed the buck
And it seems nobody gives...a damn

He woke up cold and damp and still half-dressed
Vomit splashed across his face and chest
But what's the point in being depressed?
Aching head and feeling bruised
Don't come to him as news
He's back on the booze