Losers, Boozers, & Heroes

Losers, boozers, and heroes
Now that's what I call outlaws
Cause we lie in our own puke
Puke of our own making
Steak and bacon, making bacon bits
Ten gallons to sure that we're not drowned in it
Six pack a day is all I ask
Could you make it twelve if that's alright?
If I can't get that then life's not worth living
And living's not worth without life
A Wild Turkey in hand is worth a six-pack of Bush
The way I mix they'll never say it's water
She likes the booze, true, she got a big old tush
I'm leaving you, you see, baby, I oughta
She doesn't say much, she just pours my drinks
She doesn't care what the good Lord thinks
Just had a few and then a few more, too
And she's holier than thou, I guess that means you
Two lonely nights without you
And a five day follow-up
You can't keep me here one minute longer
And it's closing time, my friend
Sweet and bad and worse than he ever was, old teardrop
They ain't been fed it since flapper
If the chick fellas know their reasons right
They knows not to spare the straw
Don't throw out the bourbon with the branch water
And don't treat old man Forrester that way
The charcoal filter washing our sins away
While my LSD canner will be worth something someday
Losers, boozers, and heroes
Now that's what I call outlaws
William and Willy and me and Billy C
Oh, Billy is good enough for me
And it's good enough for me and my Billy C
Billy was a good Jim Jim
And when he died they named the beer for him
Oh, Billy is good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Billy C
Now don't arrest my pal Billy, he's a Carter
And the Carter family is Opry, Opry standard
And he's a loser, boozy hero, he's a kickback at the stale larder
And he's second in line, but heck, he don't try no harder
If he goes extinct he won't raise a stink
He'll still buy that six-pack of booze
So when he dies his survivors will raise up a pass
To a good old boy who was a friend of me and you