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Drunkard's Paradise
   ------Omar and the Howlers

They find me at the paper mail this morning
My church, it no cover me no more.
So I went home and I’ve got my silver dollar
And I made my way now through the bar and door.

It doesn’t take much to call a friend
When he makes all faces fade away.
And the jukebox kept playing all the sad songs
The dances on the floor just ain’t this way.

I ain’t told it all my friend when I’m laying on the floor
I can’t find the reasons to stay sober anymore.
My money’s blown, my pride is gone, it ain’t no sacrifice.
They smacked down in the middle of a drunkard’s paradise.

The talk is getting loud at the tables
But no one even knows that I am here.
So I sit alone and I drink in the darkness
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Early memories keep me fighting back the tears.

I ain’t told it all my friend when I’m laying on the floor
I can’t find the reasons to stay sober anymore.
My money’s blown, my pride is gone, it ain’t no sacrifice.
They smacked down in the middle of a drunkard’s paradise.

They’re closing down, I’ll stack it from this bar and
And I struggle just to make my way home.
To a house once filled with joy and laughter
It’s a place when now I’m living all alone.

I ain’t told it all my friend when I’m laying on the floor
I can’t find the reasons to stay sober anymore
My money’s blown, my pride is gone, it ain’t no sacrifice.
They smacked down in the middle of a drunkard’s paradise.