Doc Pine

Lyrics

My DD's sittin' next to me, humming something out of key
It's a tune she's never heard before
Got those post-bender blues; hair of the dog, help me through
I'll be better once I hit the liquor store

All aboard the whiskey train
I've got sunken eyes and 90 proof veins
We're working hard to numb the hurt
And headed deep beneath the dirt

I'm 35 and not afraid to die, but God forbid that I go dry
That would be too much for me to stand
I'll take the silk-lined box instead of talking to the walking dead
Without a glass of bourbon in my hand

It's difficult among the crowd; all these people feel too loud
Just need to turn the noise down for a while
My organs, they're as hard as rocks; I have no filter when I talk
But I'm pretty sure I'm going out in style

All aboard the whiskey train
I've got sunken eyes and 90 proof veins
We're working hard to numb the hurt
And headed deep beneath the dirt

In my casket, throw some scotch; it doesn't have to be top notch
Just make sure that the stuff is extra strong
After all, seems only fair, it was the drink that put me there
But I never could stay mad at it for long

All aboard the whiskey train
I've got sunken eyes and 90 proof veins
We're working hard to numb the hurt
And headed deep beneath the dirt

All aboard the whiskey train
I've got sunken eyes and 90 proof veins
We're working hard to numb the hurt
And headed deep beneath the dirt
Yes, we're headed deep beneath the dirt
Yeah, we're headed deep beneath the dirt