Daddy said my tender heart
Leads me to pursue
Birds with broken wings
And stray dogs just like you
I’m sorry bout the mixup
I’m sorry I’m a fool
Didn’t mean to spend your birthday
Takin’ shots and shootin’ pool
I’m sorry that you took my car
And wrapped it round a tree
I’m sorry that I hocked my house
And gave my guarantee
I’m sorry I jumped bail
I’m sorry that I ran
I’m sorry that the PeeDee
Found me in my van
Always been I susceptible
To rascals just like you
All it ever got me was
A pocket full of blues
I’m a live tornado
Spewin’ mess and misery
Till I beat the bottle
It’s all I’m gonna be
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Alcoholism, codependency, country music, Country Music Lyrics, duets, lyrics
