Sometimes A Man Takes A Drink
Written by Larry Cordle and Amanda Martin
Last night he fell down but he got right back up
Had one too many I guess
Tomorrow he won't remember tonight he just want's to forget
The pressure he's under the hell he's been in
The knife twisted up in his gut
When this is all over he's gonn get sober
Right now he's just down on his luck
Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At things he can't change
Like the bills he can't pay and all of those ghosts from the past
It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man
Not that long ago he could take it or leave it
Now he wonders when it all changed
When did he stop being happy go lucky and become a prisoner in chains
Trapped behind bars no longer in charge
Where did the good times all go
He knows it's got him cause he's on the bottom
Real close to out of control
Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At things he can't change
Like the bills he can't pay and all of those ghosts from the past
It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Sometimes a drink takes the man
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