Linda Ronstadt - Get On With It lyrics

What will they say those in your house When they see me drinking, Will they think that it's on account of you That I live my life drinking Get on with it. But if you could see How pretty these binges are Get on with it. But until whenever Your parents stop protecting you Get on with it. Each time that I come to see you I'm always slipping; Is it that I have bad luck Or is it that it's drizzling on me, Get on with it. But if you could see Me dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove Get on with it. But if ever I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove, Get on with it. You say that I'm a fool, Because i'm always getting drunk, And in spite of your scorn, I want to keep on drinking, Get on with it. But if you were to see How pretty these binges are, Get on with it. But how beautiful Are the hours I spend emptying bottles, Get on with it.