My girl told me, i gotta get out the door
My girl told me, to get the hell out the door
I have a sick sad feeling, she don’t want me here no more.

‘Cause i’ve been drinkin’ till eleven, when the sun shines through that door.

Alone again in an alley, all by myself
Alone in this ally, just thinking to myself
I need some whiskey, but it’s all up on the shelf.

‘Cause i’ve been drinkin’ till eleven, and now i’m talkin’ to this elf.

I’m seein’ all these things, don’t know what to do
Seein’ so many things, no idea what to do
Drinkin’ so much whiskey, but you would too.

‘Cause my girl kicked me out, no time to grab my other shoe.

Walkin’ around here with a cold foot
I’m walkin’ around town, and i have a cold foot
Lots a people comin’ around, askin’ for my shirt

‘Cause i’ve been drinkin’ too much whiskey, walkin’ ‘round naked covered in dirt.

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