Roll With The Punches

I got a bottle of pills

I got nicotine

I got television, bad drinks

I got alimony

I got two stiff drinks

I got enough to cover the criminal record

I got all it takes

I try to roll with the punches

But the punches keep rolling me

I got a new guitar, but I got no strings

I got a microphone, but no song sang

I got vocabulary, but nothing to say

I got an open road, I know where to go

But nowhere to stay

I try to roll with the punches

But the punches keep rolling me

I got a checkered tust

I got checkered teeth

I got a bleeding hip from sleeping in the steep

I try to roll with the punches

But the punches keep rolling me