A wiser man once said to me don't waste your money and save every dime
When hard times come you'll thank the lord above for thrift stores and paid overtime
Working hard not hardly working save your money and I'll drink down mine
A tired man can't stop to drown these trouble times that come around
Just turn your back to the wind and pray this night she never ends
Nostrovia Nostrovia a drink now and then won't bring a good man to sin
Nostrovia Nostrovia just raise a glass to good times again
Broken bottle broken home you'll drink your life down you'll lose it all
He turned his head and walked away from me that night
But not before he heard me call
Working hard not hardly working save your money and I'll drink down mine
A tired man can't stop to drown these trouble times that come around
They knock our spirits to the floor where hope can't reach them anymore
It's time to stand up and be free from shackles chained to you and me
Just turn your back to the wind and pray this night she never ends
We've heard it all a hundred times heard the alibis heard the Monday morning tales
Debauchery in the land of late night kings of drudgery we'll pay the toll when it all fails
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