LAST MAN STANDING

Brand new bottle but the same old cup
I'll be the last man standing when the sun comes up
With a brand new promise to the same old gal
I'll be the last man dancing when the sun goes down
I'd pray the lord my soul to keep
But my soul don't need much sleep

Brand new shovel but the same old hole
I'll be the last man digging when the boys go home
With a brand new blister but the same old hands
I'll be the last man begging when the work day ends
I'd pray the lord my soul to save
But the lord's out saving face

Brand new fingers but the same old pie
I'll be the last man kneeling when the king rides by
With a brand new banner but the same old crown
I'll be the last man laughing when the axe comes down
I'd pray the lord my soul to bring
But the lord can kiss my ring

One good woman, one good night
And one soft place to fall
One good reason or one good lie
To raise my head . . .
To raise my head at all

Brand new bottom but the same way down
Ain't no good sorrow that a man can drown
Brand new wagon but the same old ride
Ain't no good beating that a man can hide
I'd pray the lord my soul to take
But I'll take my own . . .
I'll make my own . . .
I'll claim my own mistakes

Brand new bottle but the same old cup
I'll be the last man standing when the sun comes up

Copyright 2018. Words and music by Danny Schmidt.