It was Christmas
Rolled up a joint and said "I hate this"
She's been a drinker all your life kid
I cried and said how did we miss this
How'd we miss this?
Now she's sleeping on the back porch, baby
Her older sister says she can't contain it, (uh)
She only does it cause her father did
I pray to God that you'll forget this
You'll forget this
Got me singing ooh ooh
And you're coming up short
And you never know why
Come on pretty baby
Give it one more try
And you're coming up short
And you never know why
Get along baby
I know that you can
And you're coming up short
And you never know why