Don't start me on the liquor
I'll drink it all down straight
I'll take 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 moanin', I keep moanin'
Like I got an old man's pain

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
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

Don't start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor