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Cry Me a BeerCheeto dust in my chest hairsittin in my easy chairwatchin the Cowboys n JetsI crushed can number ninethe game was in overtimeand my gal was gettin upsetyeah, she was missin Desperate Housewivesand when I saw the moisture in her eyesI said cry me a beerdon't let that water wasteI'll bet it beats mountain springsfor a less filling tasteyeah, I got a thirsty liverso if you're pourin tearsdon't cry me a riverbaby...cry me a beerwell, she loved this old tomcathalf blind...mange on its backthat liked to baptize my new Red Wingsone night I hopped in my truckheaded for beer I backed upand heard something behind me screamI went back inside and got my spadesaid I was sorry but wanted to saycry me a beerdon't let that water wasteI'll bet it beats mountain springsfor a less filling tasteyeah, I got a thirsty liverso if you're pourin tearsdon't cry me a riverbaby...cry me a beershe says I've got no futureand no financial planbut I've got fifty comin'from my bag of canswhen she started ballin'beggin' me to cut backI said the best twelve step programis a cold twelve packso cry me a beerdon't let that water wasteI'll bet it beats mountain springsfor a less filling tasteyeah, I got a thirsty liverso if you're pourin tearsdon't cry me a riverbaby...cry me a beer(c)2005 Robert George