I got a bottle of pills I got nicotine I got television, bad drinks I got alimony I got two stiff drinks I got enough to cover the criminal record I got all it takes I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me I got a old guitar, but I got no strings I got a microphone, but no song to sing I got vocabulary, but nothing to say I got an open road, I know where to go But nowhere to stay I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me I got a checkered past I got checkered teeth I got a bleeding hip from sleeping in the street I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling me Yeah, the punches keep rollin' with me Yeah, the punches keep rollin'