Drunk uncle Bob forgot about tomorrow, Drunk uncle Bob forgot about today. His memories drowned deep down inside the bottle, This bottle of Whiskey a long time ago.
He used to be the greatest guy in the village, His neighbors said he would be the movie star, But now he is guzzling away his gift, And screaming in the bar "Why did I pick the wrong card?!"
Chorus:
I'm like a dog that lookin at the rainbow, I'm the blind who walks along the bluff. Sing me a song that'll wash away my sorrow, Don't count my steps and run out from this stuff.
Verse 2:
Granddaddy Hank could have been a writer The wiseman was he once but lost in the way. And all that's left from all of his knowledge, Is a long gray beard that children love to tie.
When he was young he had so many dreams But now all his thoughts are about one more glass Of that year's wine when his dreams flew away And he is whispering in the bar "Why did I pick the wrong card?"
Chorus:
I'm like a dog that lookin at the rainbow, I'm the blind who walks along the bluff. Sing me a song that'll wash away my sorrow, Don't count my steps and run out from this stuff.
Verse 3:
The old Sheriff John could have been a singer And every night he sings down beneath the moon. The color of his voice never fade away, But the only person that listens to him is a lovely nightingale.
When he's got no money, he sings beside the bar And later in the evening he comes in to buy the rum. And he looks in the eyes of his good old fellows And sings in the bar "why did we pick the wrong card?"
Chorus:
I'm like a dog that lookin at the rainbow, I'm the blind who walks along the bluff. Sing me a song that'll wash away my sorrow, Don't count my steps and run out from this stuff.
Verse 4:
This bar they call "the crossroads" is not too far away, From homes they are all live at and keep dreaming day by day. This place has been existing for almost two hundred years, And it has seen so many broken souls that used to go astray.
How many songs this drunken singer has to sing? And how many roles this drunken actor has to play? And how many books this drunken writer has to write? That someday no one can say "Why did I pick the wrong card?"
Chorus:
I'm like a dog that lookin at the rainbow, I'm the blind who walks along the bluff. Sing me a song that'll wash away my sorrow, Don't count my steps and run out from this st