Jeff Worley Jimmy Stiff) The battle is my ball and chain
I feel no pain
Am I insane?
My breath smells like kerosene
Don't look at me
I'm a sight for sore eyes to see
I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery
Brain drain 190 grain
But the golden grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane
Don't you touch my bottle
You might drop it break it then I die
If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues?
Don't you pray for me
Just a little drink, it means about the same to me
Yea
I don't need your fucking sympathy Brain drain 190 grain
Brain drain 190 grain
Am I insane? Will I ever change?
It's not the caine, not the mary jane, but the golden grain I'm a redneck punk
People say I stink
No colored whiskey
Can't remember when I wasn't drunk
I don't care what they think no
I don't drin kthat rock and rye
Pass that 190
And I'll say bye
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