Podcast
BIBLE AND A BEER
© November 2018 Written by: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton

Been dragged through the mud, blamed by many, friends are few
All alone with the voices in my head telling me, I'll never make it through
Tried so hard to walk a path of forgiveness while never forgiving myself
But who am I to judge even if all I am doing, is judging oneself

I'm hanging on for dear life, these eye's seen better day's
Tired of strangers patting me on the back, telling me all will be OK
Being a fool in my own world of foolishness for everyone to see
Crushed by a spirit, that has flat out given up and is no longer free

Shaking like a scattered storm while scared like a little child
Confused for what seems like a life time, while my thoughts are running wild
Between moments of Hell and a life time of worn out fears
I'm Praying like a mad man, with my Bible, and a Beer

Driving to Memphis to a little church that stands high on a hill
Praying for forgiveness for sins I have committed, and a life that I never fulfilled
I am worn out and tired, crying for one last chance to stand real tall
Please dear Lord, walk by my side and hold me tightly, oh my God, don't let me fall

If I make it through today maybe tomorrow will be a brand new start
A new beginning that I have searched for so many times, deep within my heart
It's a story of countless different times, in countless different places
I have been my own worst enemy, yet still in search of some friendly faces

Shaking like a scattered storm while scared like a little child
Confused for what seems like a life time, while my thoughts are running wild
Between moments of Hell and a life time of built up fears
I'm Praying like a mad man, with my Bible and a Beer

A SHOT OF CUERVO AND SOME JESUS TO GO
(c) 2019 Written by: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton

Blood Shot eye's, with a broken soul
A life time of pain, has taken its toll
Storm clouds are rolling in, bringing fears of days gone by
Praying my darkest clouds, will become my brightest sky's

On a down hill journey, that has no end
On a road, with countless turns and painful bends
I sit here on this bar stool, that's now's become my new best friend
I'll just sit right here, till this moment, becomes my end

Wiping my eyes while stumbling to gain some control
Brush off this harden dirt, that has now covered this old soul
Become a man, that I can be proud of, once again
And walk right here with Jesus, till my journey has its end.

I know he's with me, he would never leave my side
He loves me so much, for me he even died
In the end, I'll Pray and have faith all will be OK
Just need to have some trust in him, for he will guide my way

I've Prayed like hell, to the heavens above
To ask for his mercy and even more, for his love
My church is now this bar stool, wondering how much farther this old soul can go
Hey bartender, a shot of Cuervo, and some Jesus to go.

Hey bartender, one more shot of Cuervo, and some Jesus to go