(Paul Craft - Tim Krekel)

I woke up this mornin' feelin' mighty low
Turned on my TV to the local early mornin' show
The weatherman gave the weather sunny windy and warm
But he knows I know better it's a comin' up a terrible storm.

It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in
A drunk front again and again
A drunk front comin' on strong
Since my baby's gone.

I got up I got dressed I got into my car
Drove around till I finally found a friendly neighborhood bar
The bartender saw me a comin' filled up my glass
He said son you look like a walkin' weather forecast.

It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in
A drunk front again and again
A drunk front comin' on strong
Since my baby's gone.

A solid wall of a alchehol low visibility
Memories and heartaches have climbed up on me
Ever since she left me every night's the same
A ninety proof tornado a honky tonk hurricane.

It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in
A drunk front again and again
A drunk front comin' on strong
Since my baby's gone.

Gonna be a drunk front movin' on in
A drunk front again and again
A drunk front comin' on strong
Since my baby's gone...