Grandpaboy O.d. Blues
Up all day, looking like a wreck
Up all day, looking like a wreck
Listening to the blues
You say you're gonna ring my neck
I close my eyes in time with the beat
I close my eyes in time with the beat
Will my little boy save me? Will he call me at a quarter to 3?
Make me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts right out
Made me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts out
Every scrap of food that was in there, and everything else without a shadow of a doubt
Well I lost count when I took four
I lost count but it took four calls to bring me ‘round
And the one that finally got me
Didn't have nothing to say at all
Well, the next time I O.D., babe
I'm gonna wear a dirty shirt
Well, the next time I O..D., babe
I'm gonna wear a dirty shirt
Ain't no sense in wrecking one of my
Fancy (?) fine shirts
Whatever happened to Paul?
I don't know
Whatever happened to Paul?
I don't know
He fell in with bad companions
And he lived happily ever after, you
