Testo Too stoned to cry Andrew Combs

Too stoned to cry

Lonely as these days are lone,
As dark as the night bursts on,
Strange way of living has been my heart dry.
I’m a lonesome, but too stoned to cry.

My clothes, they’re ragged and warm,
The sailor’s calling the worst kind of storm.
The water keeps rising, but I’m getting by.
I keep walking, I’m too stoned to fly.

‘cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I’m walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry.

Now I’m living from town to town,
I’ve always been lost, I ain’t never been found.
They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie.
I keep trying, I’m too stoned to die.
I keep trying, I’m too stoned to die.

‘cause whisky and wine compels for the pain,
Fast easy women and little cocaine.
I’m walking in line between hell been and high,
I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry,
No, I ain’t happy, just too stoned to cry.