I Take My Comfort in You

(Wayland Holyfield - Guy Clark)



I don't drink champaign in crystal glasses

I don't sowed my beans in a silver pot

You won't catch me climb to the social classes

I don't spend money that I ain't got.



I don't waste my time with yesterday's troubles

I just try to do the job and hang

I ain't delegate that I ain't sudden

But I do the best I can.



I drink my beer from the bottle

I take my friends at their word, yes I do

I live my life like I find it every morning

And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.



I don't put much stock in public opininion

I take it all with a grain of salt

I make mistakes like any human being

So I got no caught go fine and bought.



I take my troubles to the Lord on Sunday

I take my blues to the honky tonk

You take my breath away the way you hold me

What else could a poor boy want.



I drink my beer from the bottle

I take my friends at their word, yes I do

I live my life like I find it every morning

And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.