I got water on the brain My mind is like a drain Here i go again Over the hill My eyes don't seem too clear I'm not sure what i hear It seems i'm going clear Over the hill Like a cripple and his crutch I have leaned a bit too much Seems that i should never touch again Now it seems it's plain to see That this stuff is killing me Got to quit, so, i'll be free again I got too much to lose No one can fill my shoes Think i'll leave the blues Over the hill
I got water on the brain My mind is like a drain Here i go again Over the hill My eyes don't seem too clear I'm not sure what i hear It seems i'm going clear Over the hill Like a cripple and his crutch I have leaned a bit too much Seems that i should never touch again Now it seems it's plain to see That this stuff is killing me Got to quit, so, i'll be free again I got too much to lose No one can fill my shoes Think i'll leave the blues Over the hill
