Downhill Drunk کے بول

Good times are few and far between And toilsome times come unforeseen Bards slaving beaten through the grind Life left the minstrel far behind Hard is the work to blaze a trail In the wake of it sometimes I need Heedless horns of mead and ale And a high downhill Leave me, longings, for a while Find me hammered olden style, refill Woes and worries overflow Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk As I was trudging through the sludge Against the gods I held a grudge All unrewarded went my deeds Lost have I track of where this leads High are the odds my fortune fail And myself I may well have mislead Steady streams of mead and ale And a high downhill Leave me, longings, for a while Find me hammered olden style, refill Woes and worries overflow Rein it in and let it go downhill Leave me, longings, for a while Find me hammered olden style, refill Woes and worries overflow Rein it in and let it go downhill Life so far an unfair trial Find me hammered olden style, refill Woes and worries overflow Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk