Whiskey Seed - Kerry Livgren

Well I’ve been down on the row and I’m livin' so low

(That) I’d sell you my britches fo' a nickel

I done spent all my bread just to screw up my head

An' that ol' reaper is comin' with his sickle

I’d get down in the mud (just) for one little shot

Trade you for a bottle everything I got

It’s the devil’s own so brother take heed

Don’t go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed

I don’t know where I been ain’t no where or no when

And my liver’s so bad I’m turnin' yellow

Occupation’s a bum an' (a) zero’s my sum

Got the D.T.'s so bad I look like Jell-O

Well the gutter’s my bed, the paper’s my sheet

You can find me lyin' out in the street

It’s the devil’s own so brother take heed

Don’t go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed

(Well) Now I’m feelin' so low I got nowhere to go

If I found a big hole I think I’d crawl in

And I wisht' I could hide 'cause it feels like I died

And I hear that ol' bottle still a-callin'

But I’m tryin' to find a way to get out

Sometimes makes me want to jump and shout

It’s the devil’s own so brother take heed

Don’t go plantin' that ol' Whiskey Seed