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'll be the movie star, But now he is drinking 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 counting 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 wine of that year 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 counting my steps and run out from this stuff.
Verse 3:
Old Sheriff John could have been a singer And every night he sing down beneath the moon. The color of his voice never fade away, But only person that listening him is a lovely nightingale.
When he's got no money, he singing beside the bar And later in the evening he goes in to buy the rum. And he is looking in the eyes of his good old fellows And singing 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 counting my steps and run out from this stuff.
Verse 4:
This bar that they call \"the crossroads\" was not too far away, From homes they are all living in and keep dreaming day by day. This place is existing almost two hundred years, And it saw so many broken souls that used to go astray.
How many songs this drunken singer have to sing? And how many roles this drunken actor have to play? And how many books this drunken writer have 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 counting my steps and run out from this stuff.