They sing some all-night benders They’ve been from Vegas down to Memphis And don’t know what to line They got a mind of their own They don’t like to go home And sit on the floor all alone They ate my Sunday mornings But they give me hallelujah hat Ain’t my muddy back Forches buckler working overtime They leave me to the whiskey They know what it makes me do Hear my drinking buds Get me walking back to you Yeah, they do