Whiskey In The Morning

It's a long hard ride living in the faster lane

I spend all my time trying to keep up with my pace

Some say I'm living backwards

Spinning left instead of right

I like my whiskey in the morning

And my bacon late at night

I see my eyes sagging low and my beard start turning grey

I got a hitch in my step and my tattoos start to fade

I ain't got no plan for slowing down

Just keep it high and tight

I like my whiskey in the morning

And my bacon late at night

I'm a long way from livin

I'm a long long way from the grave

No there ain't no indication of me saving up my sins

I'm going to push this thing to the last breath that I take

I got a long list of vices and a short eroding fuse

I'm too old to pop it up on stage, too young to sing the blues

I got one foot through the gates of hell while the other's keeping time

I like my whiskey in the morning

And my bacon late at night

I'm a long way from livin

I'm a long long way from the grave

No there ain't no indication of me saving up my sins

I'm going to push this thing to the last breath that I take