Sweep out the ashes of the bridges that I've burned
White lines and wild times, passed out cold and left behind
Then I'm right back in the saddle again
There's a lesson in a bottle, bartender pour a shot
I'll have a whiskey, I believe it's my turn
There's a lesson in a bottle bartender pour a shot
I'll have a whiskey cause I'll never learn
Blue lights and fist fights one too many out all nights
Like a freight train that's done run outta track
I've been a winner and a loser, sloppy drunk and a drug abuser
If I get through this, lord I swear I'll cut way back
I'm a long, long way from where I was goin'
It's been a long, long time, my scars are sure showin'
But school's in session bring the liquor