Bare-Boned and Bourbon-Stained.

Slender framed city slicker what do you seek here? Is it fame, or is it liquor, or just music to your ear? Stiff as a board, after the weekend all-nighters; Hot coffee and junkie whores’ stale smoke in the diners. 6 AM showdown; no time to slow down. Vultures a’circlin’ ‘round my body on the edge of town. French Quarter memories; blurry booze identities; Poor just one more for me , Make it two, make it three, make it four, baby. Make me feel right at home- this is where I belong When it all goes wrong , I’ll be singing this song- “ Memphis ain’t Muskogee, buddy you don’t even know me…” Whack jobs and whiskey;smack fiends and misery; I’ll be right here at the corner bar, trying to forget where you are or where you may be. One hell of a livin’ But it’s the life for me . Bare-boned. Bourbon-stained. A man on his own. A tomb - I made my bed: Now I’ll lie in it - when I’m good and dead I lied to you , said I’d keep my composure But my high won’t let me down;one horse town Got me heroin-bent and overdose bound. Slick city sidewalks under my shoes Wearing my soles and my soul’s wearin’ , too. Don’t approach me, friend you don’t even know me Don’t hope for any better; I’m holding onto the lesser things. Today is my forever. Coughing up, last night still clings to my clothes. Blood may be mine, but to tell the truth, I don’t know. So let’s get on with the gettin’ (light me up, take a puff) whatever is out there whatever I’m missing Got no time for regret an’ no reminiscing. I don’t give a -***. So hit me with one more, bartender I’m gonna walk out seeing double or crawl out on my knees or something I don’t remember! Throw down my last dollar. Spark up another. Bare boned. Bourbon stained. A man on his own. A tomb- I made my bed; Now I’ll lie in it - when I’m good and dead. I lied to you- said I’d keep my composure But my high won’t let me down;One horse town Got me, heroin Bent and overdose bound. Loud as gunfire, love goes off in the little cracks. I can’t even clean out with the drugs, but…. I remember the people and I put out the candle and play with the pistol I hold it heavy handle and hit the barrel between my eyes. I don’t do this for dares. But baby, I just don’t care. Darling, I’m not after affection. I’m only after the addiction and the next mile marker; maybe I’ll cross the line for the final time tonight. Maybe the morning will mend the man and make him take his trigger finger off the sidekick that’s staring him right in the eyes. Maybe I was meant to meet my Maker tonight. Bare-boned. Bourbon stained. A man on his own. I made my bed Now I’ll lie it when I’m good and dead. I lied to you, said I’d keep my composure But my high won’t let me down; one horse town Got me heroin Bent and overdose bound. Heroine bent and overdose, bound, heroin, bent, and overdose, bound, heroin, bent, and overdose bound…. Heroin bent, and overdose bound.