It must be, drying-out time

When I was drinking
I guess that's when I did my best thinking
Cause you always said, "That's when I did my best talking,"
Shit
Shit-talking
You almost pulled my card
Sent me walking
Said, "My boots must be made for walking,"
Cause that's what I was close to, having to do
But that would be fucked-up for me, if I ever had to do
I hope though, that you'd take it the same way
Even though I was the dumb-ass, that pushed you away

So I'm trying to take the dry road
Even though it's hard for me to do
I've looked down at the bottom of a bottle for so long
That not having one in my hand, seems somehow wrong
I know that sounds sad to say, but it's true
Blood-shot eyes in the morn, but I didn't care
Still got up, and went to work

Some-days it hurt, but I made it thru
Long days of cutting lumber
I wished I was still at home, in my slumber
But I couldn't, the boss had my number
Said me and the boys was the most fucked-up crew that he ever had
Coming in looking fucked-up, and beaten half to death
Occasionally one of us would call in from jail
But he'd keep our spot
I guess he thought, "What the hell,"
We still put out every order
Hell sometimes he'd kick us down a quarter
Oz
If you know what I mean
We didn't keep much cabbage in those days, cause of our fucked-up habits


Looking for the endless thrills, pills and chills  
Wind chills  
Coming down from the mountain top  
And to top it all off at the nights-end  
Look for somethin soft, warm and wet to end the night
Body  
Just the night-cap
To end it right
But now-n-days

I'm just trying to take the dry road
Work with me babe, cause for so long that's all I've known
But it'd be fucked-up for me, if I ever had to leave
I'd hope though you'd take it, the same way
Even though I was the dumb-ass that pushed you away


              They say, "Karmas a bitch,"
              But that's not the bitch with whom, I want to I              be hitched