Hell of a Day to Drink All Night

Picked a hell of a day to drink all night
I had whiskey with my breakfast and the syrup did me right
Vodka saw me through early afternoon
Now I’m wound up in the corner of a dirty motel room

I think that I came in here with something to drown
I got it soakin’ wet then I burnt the sucker down
Don’t ask me about the smoke, fire, and gasoline
I just snuck out of the back, hell you can call me Mr. Clean

Picked a hell of a day to drink all night
I had whiskey with my breakfast and the syrup did me right
Vodka saw me through early afternoon
Now I’m wound up in the corner snortin’ Crystal's cheap perfume

There’s nothing quite as mean as a lover scorned
I don’t recall his name but my cotton dress is torn
They say that I sang songs of life and truth and death
But the shadows have pervaded to tell me what is best

Picked a hell of a day to drink all night
I had whiskey with my breakfast and the syrup did me right
Vodka saw me through early afternoon
Now I’m wound up in the corner of a dirty motel room

Maybe this is all a figment of my labored mind
I’m in a Southern Baptist road house getting drunk, killing time
I’m a glutton for punishment of politics and hicks
Bought a quarter worth of hurtin’ songs just to get my fix

Picked a hell of a day to drink all night
I had whiskey with my breakfast and the syrup did me right
Vodka saw me through early afternoon
Now I’m wound up in the corner of Room 402

Picked a hell of a day to drink all night