Letras
Well, this city ain't so pretty in the daylight
And neither is this blonde layin' next to me
I don't remember much and my money is all used up
My achin' head is steady remindin' me
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Been dirtyin' my soul since Monday
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Lord, wash me in the blood come Sunday
Everybody keeps tellin' me to forget her
So I sit here on my couch and get real stoned
I pour myself a shot and drift off to where she's not
No, it ain't right, but lately it's all I know
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Been dirtyin' my soul since Monday
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Lord, wash me in the blood come Sunday
These late nights don't end with the sunrise
It's just another line this train keeps rollin' on and on and on
And the track I'm headed down, I probably should be dead by now
But this broken man is still hangin' on
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Been dirtyin' my soul since Monday
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Lord, wash me in the blood come Sunday
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Been dirtyin' my soul since Monday
Good whiskey and cheap cocaine
Lord, wash me in the blood come Sunday
Wash me in the blood someday