"Lost Cause Like Me" lyrics

Another bloody Mary morning and a cigarette
I got a hole in my bucket where my shits are kept
So, I think I'll just go hobo with a bottle of Juan lobo
And hop a train out west

But I dig out my boots from a pile of dirty clothes
And I wrangle on a shirt and faded jeans with a few good holes
Find a mini nip of whiskey
In my pocket with a fifty so I'm good to go
Yeah I'm good to go

Maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck
Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself
Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk
From Dallas down to the Travis county jail
Well my Mama prays I'll change like a farmer prays for rain
In a July drought at night down on her knees
Thank God her and Jesus won't let go of a lost cause like me

Well the mile markers passed are showin' round my eyes
From way too much hard livin and too little livin right
But I've got Ganga in my guitar
Case where all my picks are that I can hit tonight
Yeah I'll be a hit tonight

Well maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck
Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself
Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk
From Dallas down to the Travis county jail
Well my Mama prays I'll change like a farmer prays for rain
In a July drought at night down on her knees
Thank God her and Jesus won't let go of a lost cause like me

Yeah thank God her and Jesus won't let go
Of a lost cause like me
All right