No Celebration Gov't Mule

In the whiskey hours
I sit mourning
But the morning brings no consolation
Sun is rising - sky is yawning
But the new day brings no celebration
No celebration
Reminds me life is hard
Here in my back yard

And I lie awake
And I stare at the sky
And my life passes by
And I lie here suffering, wondering
How long, how long

In a sea of silence
I lay wondering
But with it comes no real solution
Dreams die young
In this world of violence
Just to be betrayed by revolution-revolution
Still my life is hard here in my back yard

And I lie awake
And I stare at the sky
And my life passes by
And I lie here suffering, wondering
How long, how long