Watered Down, Washed Up


By Mark Merritt, Earl Musick & Roy Robinson


Stumbling down the alley
Walking on broken glass
I seen ol' Ruth the bag lady praying,
She was kneeling in a pile of trash.

I hunkered down beside her
My head between my knees.
I'm out of gas, my life is flashing,
Lord, would you help me please.

I'm watered down, and washed up...
And had enough.

My ass is out my blue-jeans
My elbows through my coat.
My last best friend got killed for a bottle
A whino cut his throat.

I sleep with one eye open
In a cardboard tent I pitch.
There ain't been no groceries lately
In my condo below the bridge.

I'm watered down, and washed up...
I've had enough.

(Chorus)

I'm gonna go down to that old Padre's mission
And strike out on a brand new path.
I'll work on picking up the right way
Till I get some clothes and a bath
I'm gonna make all my meetings
I'll hold on tighter this time.

I think I'll call my Momma.

I still remember my first drink
They told me it was free.
The first time brother it was shame on you
All the other times, shame on me.

Cold-turkey scares me.
But there ain't no other way.
When you live the charmed life I have,
That's the price you have to pay.

When you watered down, and washed up...
And had enough.

(Chorus)