Sorta Surviving by Tim Bluhm Lyrics

The junk mail keeps pouring in
With a couple of nasty bills mixed in
So you have to go through it all again
To make sure you don't miss ‘em

Out on the road it’s the same as before
It's like selling poetry door to door
But the girls are not your age anymore
So you can't even kiss ‘em

Hey, hey, the gangs all here
We’re sorta survivin' another year
Pour out a pull for the dead and dear
And keep their spirits alive
We're sorta survivin'

A couple of beers to calm the nerves
Is a couple of pounds on your boyish curves
Besides, nobody trusts a man that swerves
So you better just skip ‘em
I️ get on stage it's a pretty good crowd
But a couple of ladies are whispering loud
It takes more than that for me to be cowed
But I️ wish they'd just listen

Hey, hey, the gang's all here
We're sorta survivin’ another year
Pour out a pull for the dead and dear
And keep their spirits alive
We’re sorta survivin'