Up in the morning stumble out of my bed find me a used cigarette
Yesterday's coffee in a bent paper cup helps me clear up my head
Just hangin' on can't call it livin' I'm just hangin' on

I go through the motions of working my job all day I'm dreading the night
Sour mash whiskey and a friend now and then Lord they help me get by
Just hangin' on can't call it livin' I'm just hangin' on

Lord knows without her notning much matter
All she left me was alone so alone

The tavern is empty my glass is full the bartender's sweepin' the floor
The waitress is yawning and stacking up chairs but I order one more
I'm just hangin' on can't call it livin' feel like dyin'
Can't call it livin' I'm just hangin' on