38 Special

Well I'm drinkin by myself

While everybody else

Sings songs down in the park

Brown paperbaggin it after dark

Well it's a plastic bag for me

Carrying my groceries

A few cans of champaign

Chose the highlife, for the rain

and the door man calls my name

Good old Joe sure knows my game

Well he says its the youth to blame

I cant say I feel the same

See I been nursin number one

And too soon beer two is done

And it's three four five six

And their all empty again

And theres still half the flask

I always forget I have

Sittin in my office

With my .38 special revolver

Still half the flask

I always forget I have

Sittin in my office

With my .38 special revolver

Sittin in my office with my .38 special revolver (x4)

Lookin back

Through another empty glass

To the past

When I was so small

Peekin over a counter

That was too tall

Stealin my first sip

Of alcohol

This could be my last slug

Of it all

Still half the flask

I always forget I have

Sittin in my office

With my .38 special revolver

Still half the flask

I always forget I have

Sittin in my office

With my .38 special revolver

Sittin in my office with my .38 special revolver (x8)

And if the dead haunt the places their bodies are found

Chamber me, one last round to see

If my luck will keep, if my luck will keep

Oh yes chamber me, one last round to see

If my luck will keep this gun company

Drinkin by myself

While everybody else

Is passed out in the park

Or goin home in police cars

They sing

Oh la a da

Oh la tada da

Oh la ta da

Oh la ta da da

Oh la ta da

Oh la ta da da

Oh la ta da

Oh la ta da da

Oh la ta da da

Oh la ta da da