In the easy chair with my boots on
A melted whiskey in my hands
I couldn’t been asleep for more than 3 hours
Time to go to work again
Once more I beat the sunrise
And there’s a dark breeze up my door
Raise the water from the well up to my face
How could a man like me be poor?
As long as there’s water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water
Well, my horse’s eyes are glassy
He breathed the city in his lungs last night
I lead his natural body
To the trough to regain his might
Red rooster crow them blues here
That Old Blue he round the bull