Текст William Clark Green – Cumberland Road

Riding on the rails of the night train son
I fought the bottle and the bottle won
I take it on down to save my pride
Here are my keys, I’m too drunk to drive

Chug-a-lug-a-lug, son, drink it up
Don’t stop now it won’t be enough
You gotta get to the point of no return
You gotta paint the town or watch it burn

I’m chasin’ down the whiskey on a Friday night
One more bartender and I’ll be alright
I stumbled my ass through the swingin’ doors
And I make my way down Cumberland Road

My feet keep a-walkin’ but my mind’s lost
I’m gonna to make it to the house no matter the cost
There better be some beer, there better be some booze
Just two more blocks before this walk’s through

I walk through the door through the smoke and the haze
Looks like all my friends been drinkin’ for days
Somethin’ on the counter, Lord, strikes my eyes
There’s two shots left, son, let’s take a ride
Night train

I’m chasin’ down the whiskey on a Friday night
One more bartender and I’ll be alright
I stumbled my ass through the swingin’ doors
And I make my way down Cumberland Road