Kerry Livgren Whiskey Seed
Well I've been down on the row and I'm livin' so low
(That) I'd sell you my britches fo' a nickel
I done spent all my bread just to screw up my head
An' that ol' reaper is comin' with his sickle
I'd get down in the mud (just) for one little shot
Trade you for a bottle everything I got
It's the devil's own so brother take heed
Don't go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed
I don't know where I been ain't no where or no when
And my liver's so bad I'm turnin' yellow
Occupation's a bum an' (a) zero's my sum
Got the D.T.'s so bad I look like Jell-O
Well the gutter's my bed, the paper's my sheet
You can find me lyin' out in the street
It's the devil's own so brother take heed
Don't go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed
(Well) Now I'm feelin' so low I got nowhere to go
If I found a big hole I think I'd crawl in
And I wisht' I could hide 'cause it feels like I died
And I hear that ol' bottle still a-callin'
But I'm tryin' to find a way to get out
Sometimes makes me want to jump and shout
It's the devil's own so brother take heed
Don't go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed
