Don't start me on the liquor   I'll drink it all down straight   I'll make a toast to love   But I drink the most   When I got somebody to hate   I'm an old man   I got an old man's pain   Will the morning   Will the morning ever come again   Well, I'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor   I'm drivin' down the drink   I'll take a toast to life   But I drink the most   When my devil starts to think   I'm an old man   I got an old man's pain   Will the morning   Will the morning ever come again   Oh, I could drink, drink, drink   So I can't think, think, think   I got a hope or a home   In this life I'm all alone   On this long cold lonely night of fright   Followed by a lonely day   'Til there's nothing left I can say   Except I didn't know I was sick   And so I got sicker   He's a low down lying   Peckerwood cotton picker   Don't start me on the liquor   I got nothing more to say   I had a little money   But it all flown away   And I said oh man   Oh, ain't that a shame   Oh, I keep moanin', I keep moanin'   Like I got an old man's pain   Don't   Don't start   Don't start me   Don't start me on   Don't start me on the   Don't start me on the liquor