I Got Water On The Brain

My Mind Is Like A Drain

Here I Go Again

Over The Hill



My Eyes Don't Seem Too Clear

I'm Not Sure What I Hear

It Seems I'm Going Clear

Over The Hill



Like A Cripple And His Crutch

I Have Leaned A Bit Too Much

Seems That I Should Never Touch Again

Now It Seems It's Plain To See

That This Stuff Is Killing Me

Got To Quit, So, I'll Be Free Again



I Got Too Much To Lose

No One Can Fill My Shoes

Think I'll Leave The Blues

Over The Hill