Letra de Next Time Around

Back porch picking
Clocks still ticking
I’m still kicking
Work in the morn
Drinking whiskey like it’s wine
Spending money like it’s time
Living days like nights
What a hard, hard life what a hard, hard life
Seconds bleeding
One more repeating
Could be sleeping
But the crowd seems to grow
Almost morning
Lines still forming
Pots still warming
Up do it again
Next time around
Won’t someone please tell me
What to do with myself
Next time around
I think I might just try something else