San Antone Meat House

I work in this meat house in San Antone
You call that rising sun
It’s been the graveyard for plenty good people
And I’m just another one, and I’m just another one

Everybody here stays drunk for 24 hours
Of every new day that dawns
I see more whiskey bottles than I ever see sunshine
In this old San Antonio rising sun, in this old San Antonio rising sun

Take my word good sinner don’t come here for pleasure
For pleasure here I find none
I giggle for nickles and laugh for a dollar
In this meat block of old San Antone

You get drunk to come here (I stay drunk to stay here)
I forget you the minute you’re gone
You can’t quite remember how terrible I look
In my meat house in Sanny Antone

Most guys like you find a different house each time
You can’t stand too trips to this one
It’s worse here than in jail or prison
In this meat house in San Antone

There’s only two things in this sad world I need
My longneck bottle and my spade
My longneck bottle I will burn out my body
And my spade will dig my grave

Goodbye and farewell to all that you saw me
Nobody knew me all my life long
Nobody ever touched me, nobody ever loved me
In my meat house in old San Antone