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I can barely feel the sheets with all these down in my bed
How can I get to sleep all this buzzin' in my head
And who'd ever thought I'd not complain about a mess
Servers me I guess
is what I get
For eatin' crackers my gin
And in my sunday dress

The telephone is by the bottle, is always by my bed
From time to I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead
I wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes
I to play the part of the damsel in distress
Flickin' in my coffee
Drinkin' in my sunday

Well I've on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
But who'd it'd come to this
Don't let on you've seem me this

My old transistor's just as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls like elvis after dinner
drained my last tequila and I've thrown away the blender
I've out all the wine
From how on nothin' but the
Cognac and pasty cline while in my sunday dress

Well I've on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
I surely a hypocrite
I've had my fun and now I confess

Our reverend is a kingly
Repents 'em on a
His Bible is not in gold
not the cheatin' kind
One after meetin'
I was in the greetin'
He said I've seen you from the
Gulpin' down communion
Just who's beside you
When it's no of mine