J.T. "Funny Paper" Smith - Wiskeyhead Blues lyrics

I was woke up this mornin' by taste of gasoline I was woke up this mornin' by taste of gasoline But when I woke up I found out wasn't nothin' but my whiskey dream I drink so much whiskey, it's a wonder that I ain't dead I drink so much whiskey, it's a wonder that I ain't dead All around in my neighbourhood the people call me a whiskeyhead I'm drunk Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I'm drunk Thursday Friday and Saturday too I'm drunk Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I'm drunk Thursday Friday and Saturday too And on Sunday I'm at church, but that ain't what I want to do You know how I am, you been knowin' me a great long time You know how I am, you been knowin' me a great long time You know I like my good lookin' women and I gotta have my moonshine I wished I had a drink this mornin', I ain't nothin' but a drunken slave I wished I had a drink this mornin', I ain't nothin' but a drunken slave Come on boys go bury me, 'cus I'm goin' dig my grave Now the fool that started me ta drinkin', I hope that he's dead and gone Now the fool that started me ta drinkin', I hope that he's dead and gone I hope to leave him in Whiskey Alley where ain't nothin down there but bottles and bones