Original
Billy Strings
William Apostol, Jon Weisberger, Aaron Allen
William Apostol, Jon Weisberger, Aaron Allen

Lyrics

In the cold early morning in the hills of Kentucky I woke to the sound of the rain And the girl from last evening laid silently sleeping though I couldn't remember her name My head was a pounding and the sweat poured around me like the faucet that she left on high, With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older and I swear I could break down and cry I Never once made a dollar, which I didn’t gamble, or scramble to burn at both ends I’ve raged all night long, in the hour before dawn on spirits and bitters and blends What’s left of my day might be crimson or grey but never again black and white With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older and I swear I could break down and cry I'm a fool with my money and I'm a fool with my drinking I'm sinking to bottom of the well, Adding fuel to the fire like my wildest desire is to spend the next lifetime in hell I could cruise down to Hades, in a snow white Mercedes and a devilish look in my eye With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older and I swear I could break down and cry There's a hard place on one side and a Rock on the other, no corners to cut in this maze, Only one way to do it, just to grin and bear through it, I've been drinking up the courage for days So I’ll drain every cup and keep stacking them up till the sun stumbles out of the sky With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older and I swear I could break down and cry I’ll keep on this way till my last dying day, it’s a blessing I’ve tried to disguise With a chip on my shoulder I’m another day older and I swear I could break down and cry