Broken Honcho Blues

(hmmmmm) My name is Mike Honcho.

Smoking the last cigarette,

staring at the wall (cough) Too many wild southern belles,

now my body's bound to fall

My pride and joy is numb,

it's black and blue and cold

Paying heavy prices for the stories I have told.

Oh, pouring up the whiskey,

lining up the white dust

Only medicine that's left to cure this heavy lust (lord help me)

My dong is gonna fall off,

heading for the ground

Save me with the bottle,

turn this pain around

Nola ladies laughing

in the humid delta night

But old Mike Honcho's crying

under the porch light

My soldier's done for,

can't stand up no more (ahhhh) Just sweep my broken pieces

right out the back door

Whiskey burns the throat,

white lines clear the head

Tryna keep this dying soldier from his final bed

Is there any hope?

Or is it gone for good?

(ohhh lord)

Just a cigarette glow

in the deep southern dark

(cough) Mike Honcho's faded,

left without his spark

(bye bye now)