Ray Scott Grumpy

Y’all I wake up and do my favorite drug, derived from a little brown bean

I pour it in a cup and let it prop me up for the rough day ahead of me

I’ve been in this rut plenty long enough, yeah I know what to expect

And whether my day’s hell or whether it goes well, well it’s kinda up to me I guess

Giving a damn’s getting harder all the time

I hate the way it makes or breaks my state of mind

I’m either fighting me a losing fight or I’ma staying out of the room

Yeah some days I wake up Grumpy, some days I just let her sleep

Well if in this world’s a more miserable girl, Lord I hope we never meet

I seen her folks high-five when I made her my wife, I’d never seen a daddy so relieved

And then fourteen guys with tears in their eyes said “Brother you a helluva man.”

I didn’t know what they meant but that was way back then, now I think I understand

Yeah, giving a damn’s getting harder all the time

I’m gonna run outta cloud before I find that silver lining

If you lived my life you’d empathize, buddy you’d surely see

Why somedays I wake up Grumpy, some days I just let her sleep

(Ah pick a little)

Yeah and taking a drink’s getting easier all the time

I’m either doing something wrong or I ain’t doing something right

Some days I don’t feel like fighting, some days I want a little piece

So somedays I wake up Grumpy, some days I just let her sleep

Yeah somedays I wake up Grumpy, some days I just let her sleep

Shhhh