Don't start me on the liquor
   I'll drink it all down straight
   I'll make a toast to love
   But I drink the most
   When I got somebody to hate
   I'm an old man
   I got an old man's pain
   Will the morning
   Will the morning ever come again
   Well, I'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor
   I'm drivin' down the drink
   I'll take a toast to life
   But I drink the most
   When my devil start to think
   I'm an old man
   I got an old man's pain
   Will the morning
   Will the morning ever come again
   Oh, I could drink, drink, drink
   So I can't think, think, think
   I got a hope or a home
   In this life I'm all alone
   On this long cold lonely night of fright
   Followed by a lonely day
   'Til there's nothing left I can say
   Except I didn't know I was sick
   And so I got sicker
   He's a low down lying
   Peckerwood cotton picker
   Don't start me on the liquor
   I got nothing more to say
   I had a little money
   But it all flown away
   And I said oh man
   Oh, ain't that a shame
   Oh, I keep manin', I keep manin'
   LIke I got an old man's pain
   Don't
   Don't start
   Don't start me
   Don't start me on
   Don't start me on the
   Don't start me on the liquor.