Ramblin'

I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio
with the smell of blood on my breath 
ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night 
when you've got nothing left 

til' there's nothing left to do but die
buckshot is my bread and I'll drink whiskey instead of water 
cause I can't stand to be sober in this place 
your hands on my face 
every step of the way
tryin' to peel away the pain 

I'll drink whiskey instead of water.