D.O.A. (Drunk on Arrival)

Lord, don't I know whiskey ain't a good chaser
For chasing a memory gone wild
It ain't no cure and it won't erase her
Only board up the pain for awhile

So why did I reach for that barroom door
I ain't been drunk in a week and a day
Lord guide these headlights
'Cause the bottle tonight says I'm comin' home DOA

Drunk on arrival three sheets to the wind
Ain't no mistaking the state that I'm in
Deliver me, Lord
From this hell where I been
Mixing whiskey and memories till when
I'm drunk on arrival again

I musta drunk every drop that the bar had to offer
Musta closed it down drunk it dry
I ain't been in worse shape since the day that I lost her
And this bottle's the damn reason why

Now the road keeps a swayin' the stop signs are a blur
Lord, I hope that you're lookin' my way
Hope the drive ends ahead
'Cause I feel all but dead
Comin' home DOA

Drunk on arrival
Three sheets to the wind
Drunk on arrival
Three sheets to the wind