You call me a Drunk

That first shot of whiskey, use to burn going down, But now it’s more like water, and I can’t seem to drown, I’m just an ole rancher, rode the Montana range, Now I spend my days on a barstool, drinking my life away. I see you pointing, whispering my name, You call me a drunk, but you don’t know my pain. Life comes with trouble, and we all have our own, But what do you do when your whole world crashes, and you’re standing all alone. Mary goes through life, lost and confused, She spent most of her youth, battered and abused, Now she’s alone in her kitchen, pouring the pain away, Living in the shadows of a brighter yesterday. I see you pointing, whispering my name, You call me a drunk, but you don’t know my pain. Life comes with trouble, and we all have our own, But what do you do when your whole world crashes, and you’re standing all alone. Joe was a Gunny, served proudly in the Corps, But he lost a part of himself on those foreign shores. Now he sits on a barstool, with some whiskey and a beer, Telling war stories, fighting back the tears. I see you pointing, whispering my name, You call me a drunk, but you don’t know my pain. Life comes with trouble, and we all have our own, But what do you do when your whole world crashes, and you’re standing all alone. We all start from somewhere, go down different roads, Where we finally land, (fade out) I guess heaven only knows.