In the cold early morning in the hills of Kentucky

I woke to the sound of the rain

And the girl from last evening laid silently sleeping

Though I could not remember her name

My head was a-pounding and the sweat poured around me

Like a faucet that she left on high

With a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day older

And I swear I could break down and cry

Never once made a dollar which I didn't gamble

Or scramble to burn at both ends

I've raged all night long, in the hour before dawn

On spirits and bitters and blends

What's left of my day might be crimson or grey

But never again black and white

With a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day older

And I swear I could break down and cry

I'm a fool with my money and I'm a fool with my drinking

I'm sinking to bottom of the well

Adding fuel to the fire like my wildest desire

Is to spend the next lifetime in Hell

I could cruise down to Hades in a snow-white Mercedes

And a devilish look in my eyes

With a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day older

And I swear I could break down and cry

There's a hard place on one side and a rock on the other

No corners to cut in this maze

Only one way to do it, just to grin and bear through it

I've been drinking up the courage for days

So I'll drain every cup and keep stacking them up

'Til the sun stumbles out of the sky

With a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day older

And I swear I could break down and cry

I'll keep on this way 'til my last dying day

It's a blessing I've tried to disguise

With a chip on my shoulder, I'm another day older

And I swear I could break down and cry