Lyrics
Girl, I've been thinking, this drinking is wrecking my health
But I reckon that's better than killing myself
It's been a long, hard ride down to the bottom
I sing the Blues 'cause Lord knows I got 'em
But I've been feeling purdy good, doing alright
Got a purdy woman coming over tonight
And I reckon that things are gonna be alright
When the morning comes
I hate to tell you if truth been told
It's all just souls trying not to get sold
You never grow up, you just grow old along the way
But I've been feeling purdy good today
This anxiety and depression
Lord, it's left me second-guessing
Every damn thing I ever gave a damn about
'Cause when you work all week
Check is spent on bills and beer, and the government
Lord, there ain't much that an old boy can do
I been feeling purdy good, doing alright
Got a purdy woman coming over tonight
I reckon that things are gonna be alright
When the morning comes
I hate to tell you, if the truth been told
It's all just souls trying not to get sold
You never grow up, you just grow old along the way
But I've been feeling purdy good today
