Cuddling Gin from Sweltering Sun by Ol Billy Bob Boy

I woke up cuddling a bottle of gin, Lord knows the state I was in

The room it was spinnin and my mouth was so dry
I wondered whose bed I was in all alone
I came to terms with the fact by and by
That the bed where I lay was my own

Well I was roaming the streets with my baby last night
Had a couple drinks after work
Met a couple fellers who I thought to be alright
But as the night went on I wasn't quite so sure
They bought a couple rounds and they told a couple jokes
Then one feller took the missus for a dance
Seemed to me the two of them were having too much fun
so I upped my dukes and took a sturdy stance

I woke up cuddling with a bottle of gin, Lord knows the state I was in

I swooped in from the left and I swung in with my right
Striking nothing but a knuckle full of air
When the bouncers drove me out and in the back seat of a cab
At least I found a lump of change to pay the fare

I woke up cuddling a bottle of gin, Lord knows the state I was in

That's the last thing I remember 'till the violence of the lights
And her bitter screech that brought me back to life
Get the hell out of the bed you bastard
Who d'you think you are
Don't you remember buddy say'n'e had a wife?
That's it you're sleeping on the couch and now I'll tell you if you snore
You'll be gone out o'er the stairs and on the lawn
Then she slammed the door and that was that
I scuffed o'er to the couch and there it was
A bottle of gin just partly gone

I woke up cuddling a bottle of gin, Lord /knows the state I was in
The ceiling was spinning and my mouth was so foul
I wondered who's couch I was on in the buff
Then I saw the wife and said I'm really sorry bout last night
I'm not much of a fighter but one hell of a bluff

I woke up cuddling a bottle of gin, Lord knows the state I was in

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