A Plan for Constant Borrow
I have a plan for constant borrow
So all our troubles are here to stay.
I live for swells like old man Cheney
Erased his lies without a trace.
(Erased his lies without a trace)
For six long years, I’ve been in trouble
My leisure’s near I’m Crawford bound
With this whole world I’m bound to gamble
There is no end, won’t bow nohow.
[chorus] There is no end, won’t bow nohow
Although it’s hell on my old liver
I do expect I’ll drink again
For I’m bound to ride that certain commode
Perhaps I’ll finally kill my brain.
[chorus] Perhaps he’ll finally kill his brain.