Whenever I write a song, I go through several edits. This morning I'm getting closer to putting it to music. I wrote the first draft a few nights after playing in a jam in Luckenbach, TX.
The morning revision:
My brothers an alcoholic, he brings the family shame
He goes to AA but doesn’t say his last name.
He has to stay sober every single day
I don’t understand how he got this way
He drank like a car, that didn’t have any brakes.
When he lost his jobs, it was always their mistake.
His third wife left him, just like the other two
Now he’s an alcoholic, and he says that’s all true
Chorus
So he goes to meetings, and collects those little chips
He call up his sponsor and reads books and s**.
He says that since he’s sober he’s feeling brand new
He’s an alcoholic, poor fellow, who knew?
I got caught with a DUI, I tell you, I was framed.
Now my brother drives me around and I’m real ashamed
To be seen with a bum like him, it really makes me sad
He’s an alcoholic, and you know that’s really bad
Chorus
So he goes to meetings, and collects those little chips
He call up his sponsor and reads books and s**.
He says that since he’s sober he’s feeling brand new
He’s an alcoholic, poor fellow, who knew?
Talking
He’s so mean and selfish, he won’t give me any cash
So I’m living in my car that’s completely out of gas.
It’s that old rusty Plymouth, my clothes are in the trunk
My brothers an alcoholic, thank God I’m just a drunk.
Chorus
So he goes to meetings, and collects those little chips
He call up his sponsor and reads books and s**.
He says that since he’s sober he’s feeling brand new
He’s an alcoholic, poor fellow, who knew?