LYRICS

24 Hours A Day

Well I got hooked on whisky
It was a terrible thing
I just didnít dream the truth
Like swinging on a swing
I was flying high I was flying high
I didnít want to come back down
Didnít even wonder why

Whisky first thing in the morning
Whisky last thing at night
Put the whisky here by the bed
God donít turn out the lights
I am flying high
Donít even want to come back down for you
Let me go swinging swinging in my booze

I lived by singing and playing
With booze it didnít work so good
My hands began to shake so bad
My head was made out of wood
I was flyin high flyin high to the moon
I didnít want to come back down
Anyway not too soon

When I began to notice Ďtwas already too late
My health had really gone to hell
I hardly slept or are
I was flying high thought I was doing good
Couldnít even count to ten
And my body hardly stood

Well I still thought things were a-swinging
Couldnít even get out of bed
Then they took me to the hospital
Where they gave me up for dead
I was flying high thought I was doing good
Didnít want to cone back down
And wouldnít have if I could

Somehow we got me through it all
A chance in million they say
Hope none of you everíll make that scene
Itís sure a nowhere way
You think you are flying high
You think you are doing good
You might not want to come back down
Probably wouldnít if you could

There are angels up in heaven
Devils down in hell
But I am somewhere in between
And living sure feels swell
I am feeling fine I am feeling fine
I donít know how or where or when
But I am feeling fine

© Words and music: Derroll Adams

Along The Way
Songs Of The Banjoman