G I'm mostly sober these days I dunno whatcha heard I only drink on stage C I only smoke to burn Away the frivilous things To write the syllable swings To fight the urge to go swimmin in the criminal springs G Mostly happy these days Dunno if you read Between the lines I wrote C And the lines dread to cross over It's a long way back When I'm sunk in the saddle and I'm circlin' the cul-de-saq G Mostly understand why you couldn't stay Why the best of you you went and took away C Girl those eyes they be shining like a cigarette You light 'em up I breathe 'em in until theres nothing left G C So don't believe the hype or the flowin' hyperbole Mighta done the crime but I never did the perjury G Wait for the dust cloud to settle on the rhetoric Even if you rush now you'll never get ahead of it C Tip my cup I tip my cup over G No I ain't got luck I'm just a three leaf clover C I keep my feet on the narrow and the straight G And I ain't too stoned to say I'm mostly sober these days G I'm mostly sober these days I dunno whatcha seen I only drink to sleep I only sleep to dream Away the cries and the calls I've been listenin' Put a hole in the walls I'm imprisoned in I'm mostly lonely these days I dunno where you went Who you call your friends Or how your time gets spent And my last on a ticket back home One way trip down an east bound road I'm mostly crazy these days When I think of you While the earth it shakes Girl your aim stays true Bullseye honey right down the center of Straight shot through the heart of a sinners love So don't believe the hype or the flowin' hyperbole Mighta done the crime but I never did the perjury Wait for the dust cloud to settle on the rhetoric Even if you rush now you'll never get ahead of it Tip my cup I tip my cup over No I ain't got luck I'm just a three leaf clover I keep my feet on the narrow and the straight And I ain't too stoned to say I'm mostly sober these days I'm mostly sober these days Mostly sober these days I'm mostly sober these days I dunno whatcha heard I only drink on stage I only smoke to burn Away the frivilous things To write the syllable swings To fight the urge to go swimmin in the criminal springs I'm mostly sober these days I'm mostly sober these days