Well, take me back ‘fore befooled my bod’ was, y'all
When whiskeys and beers were things I loved
Swelling in the legs and nausea bites
Vom’ting, bruises and dark urine’s a fright
Itchy skin – damn, I miss my appetite

I can hear my maker callin' me, oh
Wond’rin’ at them veins they’re spid’rin’ to my feet
Suffer from fatigue, don’t doubt the yellowed jaundice
Can I justify redness on my palm-s?
Bit needs some blood stock, organ that’s lost: been liver

Hell...

I’m supposing can’t just mend my ways, Lord?
Turn back on ciders and boss my walking?
Old crony doctor looked me over
Said, “You're gonna find the word’s cirrhosis
Now you count the cost, test has shown it’s been liver”

Hell...