Bourbon Boys Broken Badboy Blues
Sittin' on a barstool
Hearing sad slings on a slide guitar
Knowing I'm a damn fool
Wasting money in this no-good-bar
I'm looking back on failure
On prison and divorce
With nothin' but a glass full remorse
Sing that hopeless tune
The broken badboy blues
I tried to get on track
I tried to call the truce
I made the bad cause
And now I pay the duce
I ain't got much to do
But sing that broken badboy blues
The blood I took for money
Forever haunts my mind
I was desperate and broken, drunk
And I had no faith to find
So I took to the pistol
And I gunned that rich man down
And I only wished they'd shot me back in town
Sing that hopeless tune
The broken badboy blues
I tried to get on track
I tried to call the truce
I made the bad cause
And now I pay the duce
I ain't got much to do
But sing that broken badboy blues
