Out Of Control (Album Version) - George Jones
What goes wrong with the mind
Of a man in a bar
Who sits and keep drinking
With his thoughts strayed so far
It's the same old sad story
That has often been told
One drink then another
Till he's out of control
As he sits at a table
With his hands on the glass
For him there's no future
There's only the past
He reaches for the bottle
But his hands don't take hold
His eyes just can't focus
He's out of control
Does he search for contentment
That he might hope to find
From a honky tonk woman
Or the bottles of wine
He shakes and he trembles
Even though he's not old
Like a leaf in a whirlwind
He's out of control
Yes I'm just like that fellow
Who sits there all alone
With no one to love me
No family at home
I'm a picture of others
With a future so cold
A life ain't worth livin'
When it's out of control
