This Kind of Jail

(Verse 1) I walked into the bar with my troubles in tow, Ordered a whiskey to let 'em all go. The band was playin’ a heartbreak tune, By the third drink, I was howlin' at the moon. (Chorus) Now I'm stuck in the stall, with my back to the wall, Too many shots, now I can't even crawl. The world's spinnin' round, like a merry-go-round, Got too drunk to leave this old bathroom ground. (Verse 2) The mirror’s laughin' but I ain’t amused, Came in here for refuge, now I'm just confused. Tried to stand up, but the room took a spin, Should’ve slowed it down but I just can’t win. (Chorus) Yeah, I'm stuck in the stall, with my back to the wall, Too many shots, now I can't even crawl. The world's spinnin' round, like a merry-go-round, Got too drunk to leave this old bathroom ground. (Bridge) Should've listened to mama, 'bout that devil drink, Now I'm prayin' to the porcelain, no time to think. Hope the morning comes with mercy and grace, 'Cause this bathroom floor ain't a good resting place. (Verse 3) I hear 'em callin’, but I can’t respond, This tile ain’t comfy, but it’s where I’m fond. When I finally leave, I’ll be a sorry sight, Next time I’ll remember this fateful night. (Chorus) Stuck in the stall, with my back to the wall, Too many shots, now I can't even crawl. The world's spinnin' round, like a merry-go-round, Got too drunk to leave this old bathroom ground. (Outro) When I'm free from this stall, I’ll walk straight and tall, But tonight I’ve learned, a hard lesson, y’all. Next drink I pour, I’ll remember this tale, 'Cause no drink is worth this kind of jail.