Roll With The Punches lyrics

I got a bottle of pills I got nicotine I got television, bad drinks I got alimony I got two stiff drinks I got enough to cover the criminal record I got all it takes I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me I got a new guitar, but I got no strings I got a microphone, but no song sang I got vocabulary, but nothing to say I got an open road, I know where to go But nowhere to stay I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me I got a checkered tust I got checkered teeth I got a bleeding hip from sleeping in the steep I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me