Comin' To

I ain't been sober for eighty-two mornings too long

It's been a bottle a day for the eighty-one nights she's been gone

Now the sun burns a hole in my head as it ponders and pleads

Neither one of us know if I'll see eighty-three

This Jim Beam that's stirring is slurring my misty hazed brain

I wish it'd make up its mind before what little's left of mine goes insane

This hangover's hangin' on strong as I buzz back to blue

'Cause the whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to

The whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to

I can't tell if its Monday, or Wednesday, or June

Breakin' open another is all that I know to do

'Cause the whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to

The whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to

I can't tell if its Monday, or Wednesday, or June

Here comes that old hurting, just like it was brand new

Yeah, the whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to

Breakin' open another is all that I know to do

'Cause the whiskey is empty and I'm comin' to