Some one to follow, someone to fear   Keeps me in line, keeps me in gear   But the hand that lashed out brought me to tears   That’s why I am drinking up all of theses beers      The bar and the beer keeps me coming back to here   This drunken stupor is not what it seems   It helps me laugh, helps me dream      I had a fight with the woman so I stop in to think   I have my psychologist poor me drink   My head is clouded so it’s plain to see   We’ll work things out, the bottle and me      The bar and the beer keeps me coming back to here   This drunken stupor is not what it seems   It helps me laugh, helps me dream