Roll With The Punches

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