In the cold early morning in the hills of KentuckyI woke to the sound of the rainAnd the girl from last evening laid silently sleepingThough I couldn't remember her nameMy head was a pounding and the sweat pouredAround me like the faucet that she left on high,With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day olderAnd I swear I could break down and cryI Never once made a dollar, which I didn't gamble,Or scramble to burn at both endsI've raged all night long, in the hour before dawnOn spirits and bitters and blendsWhat's left of my day might be crimson orGrey but never again black and whiteWith a chip on my shoulder I'm another day olderAnd I swear I could break down and cryI'm a fool with my money and I'm a fool withMy drinking I'm sinking to bottom of the well,Adding fuel to the fire like my wildest desireIs to spend the next lifetime in hellI could cruise down to Hades, in aSnow white Mercedes and a devilish look in my eyeWith a chip on my shoulder I'm another day olderAnd I swear I could break down and cryThere's a hard place on one side and aRock on the other, no corners to cut in this maze,Only one way to do it, just to grin and bear through it,I've been drinking up the courage for daysSo I'll drain every cup and keep stacking them upTill the sun stumbles out of the skyWith a chip on my shoulder I'm another day olderAnd I swear I could break down and cryI'll keep on this way till my last dying day,It's a blessingI've tried to disguiseWith a chip on my shoulder I'm another day olderAnd I swear I could break down and cry
