Until Morale Improves The Beating Will Continue

I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio with the smell of blood on my breathninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night when you've got nothing left

till there's nothing left to do but diebuckshot is my bread and I'll drink whiskey instead of water cause I can't stand to be sober in this placeyour hands on my face every step of the way tryin' to peel away the painwell buckshot is my bread and I'll drink whiskey instead of water cause I can't stand to be sober in this placeyour hands on my face every step of the way tryin' to peel away the painI'll drink whiskey instead of water

I'll drink whiskey instead of water

I'll drink whiskey instead of water

I'll drink whiskey instead of water

Songwriters

ADAM MICHAEL TURLA, MATTHEW TAYLOR ARMSTRONG, SARAH JACKSON BALLIETPublished by

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