Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby - Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains

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[Intro]
   
    
   
    

[Verse 1]
         
I was a loner 

            
until there we

           
re no friends 

left
           
And before som

             
eone offered m

  
e drugs
            
You know I was

                  
 straight edge
          
And everyone q

            
uits til you o

             
ffer them a ci

        
garette
           
  Before we le

           
arn our lesson
            
Let's see how 

              
bad things can

        
 get

[Chorus]
             
 And I'll drin

           
k myself to de

ath!
             
Or at least I'

             
ll drink mysel

     
f to sleep!
             
  Chainsmoke m

             
y way through 

             
the gaps in be


tween
             
My aspirations

      
 and my apathy

.
           
As we drive pa

            
st the last ex

             
it to home I a

  
m waving goodb

ye
             
And I might be

              
 sleeping in t

   
he ditch tonig

ht
           
But it's alrig

              
ht cuz whiskey

             
 is my kind of

 
 lullaby!

[Interlude]
   
    
   
    

[Verse 2]
           
I was sober al

            
l morning til 

            
I woke up this

                  
 afternoon
           
And before som

             
eone offered m

            
e a job ya kno

             
w I was gonna 

             
get one soon
          
And everyone i

             
n this town sl

             
eeps til the c

             
alender collid

                  
es with june,
           
 Before the bo

             
oze wears off 

           
lets take anot

#            
her shot or tw

          
o.

             
 And I'll drin

           
k myself to de

ath!
             
Or at least I'

             
ll drink mysel

     
f to sleep!
             
  Chainsmoke m

             
y way through 

             
the gaps in be


tween
             
My aspirations

      
 and my apathy

.
           
As we drive pa

            
st the last ex

             
it to home I a

  
m waving goodb

ye
             
And I might be

              
 sleeping in t

   
he ditch tonig

ht
           
But it's alrig

              
ht cuz whiskey

             
 is my kind of

        
 lullaby!

        
Lullaby!