I Drink - Tim McGraw

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 the 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 dinners

Six minutes on defrost, three on high

Beer to wash it down with, 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, I just don’t give a damn

Fish swim, birds fly

Daddy’s yell, momma’s cry

Old men, sit and think

I Drink

I Drink