Lyrics

Watered Down

Stumbling down the alley
Walkin? on the broken glass
When I see old Ruth the bag lady prayin?
She was kneeling in a pile of trash
So I hunkered down beside her
With my head between my knees
I?m out of gas my life is flashin`
Old Lord won?t you help me please
I?m watered down, washed up
I?ve had enough

My ass is out my blue jeans
My elbows through my coat
My last best friend got killed for a bottle
A wine-o cut his throat
So I sleep with one eye open
In a cardboard tent I pitch
There?s been no groceries lately
In my condo below the bridge
I?m watered down, washed up
I?ve had enough

Chorus:
I?m gonna go down to that old Padre?s Mission
Strike out a brand new path
I?ll work pickin? up the right-of-way
Till I can get some clothes and a bath
I?ll make all my meetings
I?ll hold on tighter this time
And I think I?ll call my Momma!

I still remember my first drink
They told me it was free
The first time brother it was shame on you
All the other times shame on me
-Cold Turkey scares me
But there ain?t no other way
When you lived the charmed life I have
That?s the price you have to pay
When your watered down-washed up
And had enough.

Chorus:
I?m gonna go down to that old Padre?s Mission
Strike out a brand new path
I?ll work pickin? up the right-of-way
Till I can get some clothes and a bath
I?ll make all my meetings
I?ll hold on tighter this time
And I think I?ll call my Momma!

I get this whipped and all behind me
I?m gonna call you Momma
Yeah, I?m gonna come see ya Momma