Well I'm tore up
As drunk as I could be
Oh, well I'm tore up
As drunk as I could be
Well now my head is as raggedy
As a hair comb with no teeth

Oh well I went and got my paycheck
I was on my way home
Well I went and got my paycheck
I was on my way home
I stopped and had a drink with the boys
Then everything went wrong

I had one drink
Two drink
Then three or four
When I got through the wouldn't let me go

Well I'm tore up
As stoned as I could be
Now my head is as raggedy
As a hair comb with no teeth

[Guitar solo]
I had one drink
Two drinks
Then three or four
When I got through there was one left to go

Well I'm tore up
As drunk as I could be
Now my head is as raggedy
As a hair comb with no teeth

Well I been drinking all day
I can't go home
I been drinking all day
I can't go home
This stuff has got me tore up
Everything I do is wrong