Those Swollen Hand Blues Letras

I can't see no old golden trees
Life is like a roller coaster
I can feel the death of the beast
Hope their down the back of my sofa

Feeling like a rolling stone
Playing the guitar on my own
And the apple of my eyes
If only I could keep myself sober
I remind myself why

Staring the wherever I go
Why would everybody give over
I'd wish I love to play PNL

If only I could keep myself sober
For more than a day