'Mostly Sober' by Chris Ross - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxxNC8Ykgvc
Not entirely sure how accurate this is, but it sounds decent

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