Couldnt Make It

I play down by the river, some call me a crazy man
Cause I'm ten shades deep in a bottle of skey
Paid a woman for her company
One night turned to four more, then she left me without a trace
And now my pocketbook's dry, I'm low on pride
My wife cant look me in the face

I couldn't make it big in Nashville, so I turned into a rolling stone
I had a pretty little thing back at home
Used to pray I'd never to do no wrong

I never was known to listen, so I did my fair time in jail
Movin' that coal down to the mines, never been closer to hell

Pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man
Pour another shot for the boys at war
Fightin' to keep us free, man

I said, pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man
Pour another shot for the boys at war
Fightin' to keep us free, man

I said, pour a shot for the fallin', and two for the workin' man
Pour another shot for the boys at war
Fightin' to keep us free, man