I got a bottle in my right hand, I got a shot glass on the bar
I got a Smith and Wesson 44 in the glove box of my car
I got a barfly at my elbow, and a family home in bed
I’m a working slob with a horseshit job, and this mortgage oe’r my head
I got headaches every morning so I keep whiskey by my bed
I got a bible in my bureau drawer, in case I wake up dead
I got a wife that drives me crazy, and when I’m drunk she drives me home
I can’t stand to be with my family, I can’t stand to be alone
Ain’t we all just sorry sons a bitches
Sorry to ourselves, our kids and our wives
Ain’t we all just sorry sons a bitches
Sorry for the way we’ve lived our lives
I go fishing every summer, I go hunting every fall
I drink beer when I go bowling, sometimes I even take my ball
I got a gun rack in my Chevy, got a gun rack in my Ford
I got a big-assed bumper sticker that says pass the ammo and praise the Lord
I got football every Sunday, I got football Monday nights
Through the middle of the week I got booze and broads and fights
On Friday nights my wife and I go out but we don’t speak
On Saturdays in a whiskey haze I drink away the week
Ain’t we all just sorry sons a bitches
Sorry to ourselves our kids and our wives
Ain’t we all just sorry sons a bitches
Sorry for the way we’ve lived our lives
Acoustic rhythm and electric guitars: Jordan Grunow
Vocals: Steve Carlson
Background vocals: Steve Carlson, Jordan Grunow and Tom Fabjance
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