He ain't got no backboard
He ain't got a rocking chair
He's got shaky hands and a filthy coat
And a face like a grizzly bear
He's old wino and he scares all the ladies
You might say he's a bum
He's sure wired up to that homey red
And some good old anchor rum
When he needs a drink he stands in the sink
Please and thank you ma'am
When he gets a head full of honky red
He don't give a good goddamn
Fought in your wars now he sleeps in your doorways
He left his leg in France
And all that remains is a ghostly pain
When the mornings get too damp
Raised in the sticks he only made the sixth grade
So he ain't too much in demand
Passes ten bills and steals red pills
For the boys in the whorehouse band
When he needs a drink he stands in the sink
Please and thank you ma'am
When he gets a head full of honky red
He don't give a good goddamn
He's got him a girl and he sees her sometimes
She goes for about a half a ton
In a furnished room in the Charlesfeld Inn
He's got him a no good son
But he'll keep on drinking that homey red
Until the reaper tolls his bell
It is his eye when he dies as he was while he lived
To go to heaven sure as hell
When he needs a drink he stands in the sink
Please and thank you ma'am
When he gets a head full of honky red
He don't give a good goddamn
When he gets a head full of honky red
He don't give a good goddamn