What goes wrong with the mind of a man in a bar Who sits and keep drinking with his thoughts strayed so far It's the same old sad story that has often been told One drink then another till he's out of control As he sits at a table with his hands on the glass For him there's no future there's only the past He reaches for the bottle but his hands don't take hold His eyes just can't focus he's out of control Does he search for contentment that he might hope to find From a honky tonk woman or the bottles of wine He shakes and he trembles even though he's not old Like a leaf in a whirlwind he's out of control Yes I'm just like that fellow who sits there all alone With no one to love me no family at home I'm a picture of others with a future so cold A life ain't worth livin' when it's out of controlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
