"Standing at this liquor store,
Whisky coming through my pores, Feeling like I run this whole block.
Lotto tickets and cheap beer That's why you can catch me here, Tryna scratch my way up to the top.

Because my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose.
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.

I'll take one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
One shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow. Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.

Me and my guitar tonight, singing to the city lights, tryna live on more than what I got.
Cause '68 Citrus ain't gonna pay the rent, so I'll be out here til they call the cops."

On a lighter note, congrats all fans of whatever team won.
I went to school with one of the players for the Packers ;)