SWAMP DOG

Feel like death, humidity holds the stench
Of broken whiskey bottles and half-lit cigarettes
Raven-haired beauty next to which I do reside
Finger-crossed and blue, I'll gladly play the fool

Feelin' low on the Bordeaux
Wasted youth troubadour
Broken down on skid row
Swamp Dog struttin' down the side of the road
Might be but you never know
Might be but you never know
Might be but you never know, yeah

Sweet little demon, pucker up your lip
Breathe a little something right 'round the tip
Whiskey on your breath, well that's alright
Cause I know it ain't just you that's been drinkin' that shit all night