The cold ground was my bed last night,
With a breeze so hard it could kill
With friends like these, who needs to die?
So I stay here for the thrill

My last five pounds to get me home
Well, get me some bacon and whiskey
I'll meet her there in all my stinkin' glory [bad word] or Sober

I went down by the roses
Cause me hope, she did call
She said she had to see me soon
It was sadness on her mind
And I took with me my fiddle
And the worst, the best of my wine
And I met her there in sadness [bad word] or Sober

She sat under the tree,
And she smiled at me
And we watched the river roll
So I broke out with my fiddle
And I began to fiddle a reel
And she said no matter how funny
It hurts so bad I can't feel
I feel nothin'
I feel nothin' [bad word] or Sober

And I began to play my reel
For I did not know what to say

You worry me so, I hate this
I will not stand to see you this way
And sometimes it's just too much
How everything turns out so sad
Oh, Danny don't you ever stop playin' for me
Oh, Danny don't you ever stop playin' for me
You always make me happy while whenever you play
Oh, Danny don't you ever stop playin' for me

And I began to play me reel
For I did not know what to say