Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel Could've held on to that long smooth neck
Let your hand remember every fret
Fingers touching each shiny string
But you let go of everything
Drunken Angel Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Followers would cling to you
Hang around just to meet you
Some threw roses at your feet
And watch you pass out on the street
Drunken Angel Feed you and pay off all your debts Kiss your brow taste your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel You're on the other side
Drunken Angel You're on the other side
Some kind of savior singing the blues
A derelict in your duct tape shoes
Your orphan clothes and your long dark hair Looking like you didn't care
Druken Angel Blood spilled out from the hole in your heart
Over the strings of your guitar
The worn down places in the wood
That once made you feel so good
Druken Angel
Drunken Angel You're on the other side
Drunken Angel You're on the other side
Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel Drunken Angel

When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn't believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a 44 and they found him lyin on his bed
I could not speak a single word no tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space
Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone
Some of us gathered at a friend's house to help each other ease the
pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn't say much of anything
We drove on out to the country
His friends all stood around
Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down
I saw his mama, she was standing there his sister she was there too
I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they
knew
Born and raised in Pineola his mama believed in the Pentecost
She got the preacher to say some words so his soul wouldn't get lost

Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave