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I look in the mirror and what do I see
But some drunken old stumblebum looking at me
My eyes can’t believe the things that they see
But that drunken old stumblebum sure looks like me
Yeah that drunken old stumblebum sure looks like me

Now my hair is all grey and I’m tattered and torn
There’s a beard on my face I once wouldn’t have worn
I can’t believe this man I turned out to be
But that drunken old stumblebum sure looks like me
Yeah that drunken old stumblebum sure looks like me

I once had a wife a home and some kids
But fortune has left me since I hit the skids
My life has turned into this miserable mess
Too much rye whiskey inside me I guess
Rot gut rye whiskey inside me I guess

It’s no kind of life when you’re out on the street
My dignity’s gone and my spirit’s been beat
The song of my life has been shifted off key
And this drunken old stumblebum looks just like me
Yes this drunken old stumblebum looks just like me

I’d love to get up and get back in the race
I’ll clean up my act get this beard off my face
It’s a terrible way for a person to live
Drinking rye whiskey here out on the skids
Drinking rye whiskey and out on the skids

I look in the mirror and what do I see
But some drunken old stumblebum looking at me