In my dreams I'm at the bar
In my leather jacket with my guitar
Oh oh I'm at the bar
Like myself, my judgments poor
Livings always been a chore
Oh oh my judgments poor
Can't you tell a raven from a crow
It never hurts to know
I'm heading down the road they said I'd go
To the land of whiskey snow
My cigarette just singed my hair
But I'm f*cked up so I don't care
Oh oh I don't care
I'll stick my fingers down my throat
Just so I can stay afloat
Oh oh stay afloat
Can't you tell a raven from a crow
It never hurts to know
I'm heading down the road they said I'd go
To the land of whiskey snow