Some one to follow, someone to fear

Keeps me in line, oh it keeps me in gear

But the hand that lashed out brought me to tears

That's why I am drinking up all of theses beers

And the bar and the beer, keeps me coming back to here

This drunken stupor is not what it seems

It helps me laugh, it helps me dream

I had a fight with the woman so I stop in to think

I have my psychologist poor me drink

My head is clouded so it's plain to see

We'll work things out, the bottle and me

The bar and the beer keeps me coming back to here

This drunken stupor is not what it seems

It helps me laugh, helps me dream