My pockets are empty though my wife has sent me To the store for some cigarettes and bread I started walking there got as far as the square Then the smell of beer went to my head The thing about beer it can make a man hear Voices from days long since past And with every third drink it'll make you think That your youth will always last No matter which way you move it takes a lifetime to prove To yourself I could have been more I got one foot in the door I just want one more
I thought of a time when my future was mine It didn't matter what anyone said I was handsome and strong and when I walked along I stood erect and looked straight ahead But then I lost my fight goin' to turned to might Somewhere along the line I lost my will And now I'm sittin' here my life full of beer And I try to pretend it's not real No matter which way you move it takes a lifetime to prove To yourself I have been before I got one foot in the door I just want one more [ guitar ] These days I barely survive on lot number five In the mobile acres on the eastside of town I swore this kind of life I'd never lead I guess I let too many things get me down If my pappy could see what they done to me I swear he'd march down there and make it all right But he's long since gone and I'm old enough now I should be able to fight my own fight No matter which way you move it takes a lifetime to prove To yourself I could have been more I got one foot in the door I just want one moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
