Don't start me on the liquor I'll drink it all down straight I'll make a toast to love But i drink the most When i got somebody to hate I'm an old man I got an old man's pain Will the morning Will the morning ever come again Well, i'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor I'm drivin' down the drink I'll take a toast to life But i drink the most When my devil start to think I'm an old man I got an old man's pain Will the morning Will the morning ever come again Oh, i could drink, drink, drink So i can't think, think, think I got a hope or a home In this life i'm all alone On this long cold lonely night of fright Followed by a lonely day 'til there's nothing left i can say Except i didn't know i was sick And so i got sicker He's a low down lying Peckerwood cotton picker Don't start me on the liquor I got nothing more to say I had a little money But it all flown away And i said oh man Oh, ain't that a shame Oh, i keep manin', i keep manin' Like i got an old man's pain Don't Don't start Don't start me Don't start me on Don't start me on the Don't start me on the liquor. Gordon gano: vocal, guitar Brian ritchie: ba**, guitar, vocal Guy hoffman: drums, vocal Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi