Sam Densmore - Twisted Drunk lyrics

The old man could drive himself around no more so he rode himself round town on a horse on a big black mare named Kate been too twisted twisted up been too twisted twisted up twisted drunk twisted drunk twisted twisted drunk twisted drunk he carried a gun and he'd get himself filled up on whisky that he'd bought the night before with his pension from the war sometimes he'd tell stories about being in the war floating on the ocean and the duties of a tail gunner and the cold sweat that'd run from his skin as the porpoises looked like torpedoes bridge chorus