Back in My Drinkin' Days - Chris Janson

Yeah that was me up there jukin' on the table

Higher than Superman, thinkin' I was able

End up in the back of a Mercury Sable

Handcuffs sure sucked

Cold beer flows like a spring from the foothills

Poppin' them down like handfull of sugar pills

Sun comin' up ain’t nothing but a buzzkill

Bright lights, good night

That was back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days

Listen here now

Yeah GPC sells four for a dollar

Lightin' one cigarette off of another

A little bit of doobie, I ain’t talking about the brothers

Uh oh y’all know

Middle of the night, try to get a little lovin'

Dude didn’t like it, said, «Let me tell you something»

Well you fight a good fight when you ain’t afraid of nothing

One hit was worth it

That was back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days

Well since then, the thick and thin

Has taught this man a thing or two

Thank God I lived to tell about it

The stupid things that I used to do

Yeah well

That was back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin'

Back in my drinkin' days