I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know

And another half a pint, mama will see me go

I love my moonshine whiskey better than a filly loves her mare

You can take your pretty bucks, give me my cool kind can

I'd rather be sloppy drunk, sitting in the can

Than to be out in the streets running from the man

Mmm mm mm mm mm mmm, bring me another two-bit pint

Because I got my habits on and I'm going to wreck this joint

My girl's trying quit me for somebody else

Now I'm sloppy drunk, mama, sleeping all by myself

Sloppy Drunk Blues

Leroy Carr