Ten, eleven, twelve bottle caps on the table
who knew 22 could look this old
maybe i’ll quit someday if I’m able
but a quitter never wins so i’m told
could I fall in
when I’m three sheets to the wind?
I’m blowing away
the blood in my veins that fills up my eyes
is made of rye, rye whiskey rye
I’m swerving over here cause’ this bourbon and beer
told me lies told me lies told me lies
but how will this end
when i’m three sheets to the wind
I’ll blow away
could i stay abreast
if i didn’t have my best spirit near
I could anchor in
If i could begin to steer it clear
but the breakers do deceive you better best believe
this bow could dip
My soul wants the dock but with death on the rocks
my heart might rip
This storm is coming in
And I’m three sheets to the wind
I’ve blown away
