Слушать бесплатно I Drink

"(Mary Gauthier & Crit Harmon) He'd get home at five-thirty Fix a drink and sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair. At night he'd sit alone and smoke I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame Now that same frowns in my mirror I got my daddy's blood inside my veins. Chorus: Fish swim, birds fly Daddy's yell, momma's cry Old men sit and think I drink. Chicken TV dinner Six minutes on defrost, three on high Beer to wash it down, then another Some whiskey on the side It's not so bad alone here It don't bother me that every night's the same I don't need another lover hangin' around Tryin' to make me change. Chorus: Fish swim, birds fly Lovers leave, by and by Old men sit and think, I drink. I know what I am But I don't give a damn. Chorus: Fish swim, birds fly Daddy's yell, momma's cry Old men sit and think I drink. I drink... "