I DRANK THE WORM
[ country-rock ]


             I drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle
             From the goodtime wishin’ well I pulled up an empty pail
             Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle
             My life was shipwrecked ‘fore I got a chance to sail

       She weren’t no deacon’s daughter, I weren’t no preacher’s son
       ae loved each other up ‘till the wed lock came undone
       She somehow turned my every loss into her total gain
       I was comfortable an' warm, now I’m sleepin’ in the rain

       She got the custom home an’ swimmin’ pool out back
       The family SUV and my weekend Cadillac
       She kept the kids an’ worse, kept my only friend the dog
       Stiffed me with the bills while she lives high on the hog

             Yeah, I drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle
             From the goodtime wishin’ well I pulled up an empty pail
             Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle
             My life was shipwrecked ‘fore I got a chance to sail

       I saw her yesterday arm ‘n arm with her new squeeze
       He’s kind’a bald on top, a little short between the knees
       But when she’s through with him that’ll be the least of his sorrow
       Probably join me under this bridge come sundown tomorrow

             An’ we’ll sing, we drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle
             From the goodtime wishin’ well we pulled up an empty pail
             Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle
             Our life was shipwrecked ‘fore we got a chance to sail

       If we run the race too fast the best laid plans of mice and men
       Can come back around the bend an' bite us on the wrong end

             An’ we’ll sing, we drank the worm at the bottom of the bottle
             From the goodtime wishin’ well we pulled up an empty pail
             Like a runaway freight train stuck on full throttle
             Our life was shipwrecked ‘fore we got a chance to sail

       Yeah, she took tequila’s sunshine, left the worm an’ the bottle
       And now I’m up road apple creek without a pot to pottle



           


Copyright © by Richard Aberdeen ASCAP
Copyright © by Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP

       No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from publisher. Inquiries:  Freedom Tracks Records.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution -- Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced or utilized as often as one likes.