Lyrics:

This time you went just a little too far Now I don't mind picking you up from some bar And I'm used to dealing with the ways of most men But I won't come and get you from the jailhouse again Now I've sat and watched men fall drunk on the floor Just like my mother and her ma before And I was sixteen before I realised that men could walk upright And open their eyes Gin, whisky, don't bother me none But you're so darn proud of the things that you've done If you're such a man with such sorrows to drown Well how come there's always some girl picks you up when you fall down? So you go on home and get your guitar Write some more songs about draining the bar And if I'm so wise, why don't I show you the door? Cause you make me laugh And maybe that's what God made men for