Lyrics

Thirty Nine (Laraigné/Veinot)

Think I turned 39 tonight.
It hit minus 39 outside.
I've been sitting here for quite some time,
and I can't quite remember why.

I had to strangle down my pride,
to ask for money and a little wine.
They used to call me « That lucky motherfucker »,
but no one calls you nothing when you’re in the gutter.

I had a wife, a kid and a downtown roof.
That sounds nice, but to tell you the truth,
I was too healthy to be kind.
I lost it all over a fight.

So now, I hope my boy is doing fine,
and that his mother found someone cool.
She thought I was hers, I thought she was mine.
I smashed that bottle on a summer night.

Look at me now, I am a lost soul,
but I am glad I am still alive.
I kept two precious things with me,
both of my eyes so I could cry.

It hit minus 39 tonight.
I sleep on a cardboard, in front of a mattress store.
My body’s cold and the sky is wild.
Guess I’m turning 39 outside.

So now, I hope my boy is doing fine,
and that his mother found someone cool.
She thought I was hers, I thought she was mine.
I smashed that bottle on a summer night.