He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids getting in his hair
At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame
Now that same frowns in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins
Fish swim, birds fly
Daddy's' yell, momma's cry
Old men sit and think
I Drink
Chicken TV dinner
Six minutes on defrost three on high
Beer to wash it down then another
Some whiskey on the side
It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every nights the same
I don't need another lover hanging around
Trying to make me change
Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave, by and by
Old men sit and think
I Drink
I know, what I am
But I don't, give a damn
Fish swim, birds fly
Daddy's yell, momma's cry
Old men sit and think
I Drink
I Drink
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