Old Crow

Well I don't know if I was dreaming Or if that crows got me believing That I said those things to you last night If I did I apologize It's getting hard to sort them lies From the truth that I told you last night Last night was a time I'd rather forget I put down too many whiskeys Lit up too many cigarettes I got ten more dollars Tell you what I'm gonna do Buy one more bottle of that eight five proof Now my mouth is writing checks That my ass can't pay I'll be in the next county Come collection day And if you see me on the street wobbling when I walk Well I'm alright but for god sakes don't let me talk Well I don't know if I was dreaming Or if that crows got me believing That I said those things to you last night If I did I apologize It's getting hard to sort them lies From the truth that I told you last night From the truth That I told you last night