Me and the bottle
Have always been friends
Oh we've had a few ol' nasty fights
But the bottle would always win
And when I go to answer that final curtain call
I can hear these words bein' whispered by all:

(chorus)
Ol' George stopped drinkin' today
They're all gonna gather round me
Lord I wish they could hear me say
No more income taxes
No more bills to pay
Ol' Geroge stopped drinkin' today

Down in Mississippi
The highway patrol
Will read it in the paper
And say, "God Rest his soul"
No more will he wobble
Down life's highway
Cause George stopped drinkin toady

They'll say he had a problem
Dealing with his mind
He just couldn't seem to make it
Anywhere on time
But when the road is (????????)
And heaven i know
you can bet the possum is gonna show

ChorusAll your two-bit friends
they're shootin' you up with pills
They said that it was good for you
that it would cure your ills

I don't care just where it's at
I'm just like an alley cat

And when you're filled up to here with hate
don't you know you gotta get it straight
Filled up to here with hate
beat her black and blue and get it straight

Do, do, do, do, do, do
when you're lookin' through the eyes of hate

All your two-bit friends
they asked you for your autograph
They put you on the stage
they thought it'd be good for a laugh

But I don't care just where it's at
'cause honey, I'm just like an alley cat

And when you're filled up to here with hate
don't you know you gotta get it straight
Filled up to here with hate
beat her black and blue and get it straight
Uh-huh


Oh, Jim
how could you treat me this way
Hey, hey, hey
how could you treat me this way

Oh, Jim

Everybody's better than I am I think
everybody's better than me
everybody's swell I guess
they're doing well some more or less
everybody's better than I am I think
you know, to be king you don't need a castle
to row, back to shore can sure be a hassle
(why you walk around with your head low down)
everybody's acting like I don't matter
everbody's in on the act
too many of them to avoid
it could be that I'm paranoid
I matter as a matter of fact
you know, to be king you don't need a castle
to row, back to shore can sure be a hassle

why you walk around with your head low down
the true king rules without a crown
if your boat's afloat after the typhoon
row it safely back to the lagoon
and never mind the green grass you won't mow
or what it is you have or don't to show
or what it is you can or can't afford
the good are good without reward
you know, to be king you don't need a castle
to row, back to shore can sure be a hassle

(why you walk around with your head low down)
Everybody's better than I am, I think
Everybody's better than me.
Everybody's swell I guess
they're doing well some more or leStill walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

There's a milli