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 old guitar, but I got no strings

I got a microphone, but no song to sing

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 past

I got checkered teeth

I got a bleeding hip from sleeping in the street

I try to roll with the punches

But the punches keep rolling me

Yeah, the punches keep rollin' with me

Yeah, the punches keep rollin'