(Paul Craft - Tim Krekel) I woke up this mornin' feelin' mighty low Turned on my TV to the local early mornin' show The weatherman gave the weather sunny windy and warm But he knows I know better it's a comin' up a terrible storm. It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in A drunk front again and again A drunk front comin' on strong Since my baby's gone. I got up I got dressed I got into my car Drove around till I finally found a friendly neighborhood bar The bartender saw me a comin' filled up my glass He said son you look like a walkin' weather forecast. It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in A drunk front again and again A drunk front comin' on strong Since my baby's gone. A solid wall of a alchehol low visibility Memories and heartaches have climbed up on me Ever since she left me every night's the same A ninety proof tornado a honky tonk hurricane. It's gonna be a drunk front movin' on in A drunk front again and again A drunk front comin' on strong Since my baby's gone. Gonna be a drunk front movin' on in A drunk front again and again A drunk front comin' on strong Since my baby's gone...