Honky Red - Widespread Panic

I ain’t got no back porch, I ain’t got no rockin' chair

I’ve got a dirty coat got shaky hands and a face like a grizzly bear

I’m an old wino I scare all the ladies you might say that I’m a bum

But I’m sure wired up to that Honky Red and that good Gold Anchor rum

When I need a drink I’m chained to a sink

It’s «please"and «thank you, ma’am.»

When I get a head full of Honky Red

I don’t give a good god-damn

Well I fought in your wars now I sleep in your doors I left my leg in Iraq

All that remains is this ghostly pain when the mornings get too damp

I was born in the sticks and I got to grade 6 so I ain’t much in demand

I deliver handbills and I steal red pills

For the boys in the whore-house band

When I need a drink I’m chained to a sink

It’s «please"and «thank you, ma’am.»

When I get a head full of Honky Red

I don’t give a good god-damn

When I need a drink I’m chained to a sink

It’s «please"and «thank you, ma’am.»

When I get a head full of Honky Red

I don’t give a good god-damn

I got me a girl I see sometimes now she’s damn near half a ton

I got me a furnished room at the Joyceville Pen well I got me a no-good son

I’ll keep me a head full of Honky Red until the reaper tolls the bell

If I’m as high when I die as I was

When I lived I’ll be in Heaven just as sure as hell

When I need a drink I’m chained to a sink

It’s «please"and «thank you, ma’am.»

When I get a head full of Honky Red

I don’t give a good god-damn