John Conlee - Backside Of Thirty Lyrics
Making money at thirty with a wife and a sonThen a short five years later it all comes undoneShe's gone back to mama with the boy by her sideNow I'm blind drunk and running with them on my mindI'm on the backside of thirty and back on my ownAn empty apartment don't feel like a homeOn the backside of thirty, the short side of timeBack on the bottom with no will to climbIt's dawn Monday morning and I just called in sickI skipped work last Friday to drink this much redAnd when my friends ask me I'll tell them I'm fineBut my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hideI'm on the backside of thirty and back on my ownAn empty apartment don't feel like a homeOn the backside of thirty, the short side of timeBack on the bottom with no will to climb