Should've seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift. When I threw my hard hat at him. And suggested the box where he could stick it. I walked downstairs and told him I was leavin' Bethlehem.
Ooh!. . Wind spins like the devil. Wraps around your home. Tears you from the roots out. Throws you like a stone. Well it.... May not be the first time.
(This song is actually called "Friend," but metrolyrics has a spaz when you try to post these lyrics because they don't think you're allowed to have 2 songs called "Friend").
I like to speak my mind. Say grace at supper time. I'm just a dot on the map. . ain't scared to take a stand. For this little piece of land. Don't make me take you out back.
You get high everyday. Chisled out of the marked man on your grave. Throwing blood, you're half dead. If you don't hear those voices, they're gonna get you yet.
I've tried Tequila, tried Mary-Jane. It got me no-where, it just drove me insane. Single dumb an' stupid, baby, wasn't I a fool?. Ain't nothin' better than lovin' you, hey.
I see it in your face, I know you're workin' hard. Kids screamin', phone ringin' twenty-five hours a day. Doin' what you do. . You drive the kids to school, tryin' to go to work.
Grandpa used to keep his money. Buried three foot deep in mason jars. He forgot more times than not. Where he left it stashed out in the yard. . He told us before he died.
She tied me up with conversation. I never shoulda let her in. I guess I must've been too friendly. Now she's out to do me in. Do me in. . Is it all imagination?.
Look back what do you see?. Heroes, down on their knees we've deserted. Somewhere we lost the flock. Now just look what we've got. Was it worth it?. .
Mmmmm, Yeah.. . I was a freckle-faced kid with a buck tooth grin.. I was cuttin' her grass when she asked me in.. Learned everything that I needed to learn,.
I got a spot in the country. I got a dog in the yard. I got a beat-up Chevy. Rust kinda rough but she starts. . I got my granddaddy's shotgun. I can shoot pretty good.
Well grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar,. blue collar of a man.... He came from the school. where you didn't need nothin' if you couldn't make it with your own two hands.
Been lost in the darkness for so long,. I can't see the life.. I been strung out, burned out, left out,. And hung out to dry.. So I say to myself that I wanna get better.
Out on the road two hundred days a year. Blowin' smoke and grindin' gears. My bones are achin' from this northern cold. . Baby's cryin' on the telephone.
Woah I. I've been searching all my life. It's about time. That I found my lucky star. . Gonna fly me. To the heart of an angel. Where I'll spend the rest of my life.
Trouble and pain are one and the same. When luck runs out, well it's all about, yeah. When hard times are hard at the end of the day, yeah. You'll get what you got comin'.
Oh, yes sir. . I don't care if it comes in a bottle. I don't care if it comes in a can. I don't care if it's stirred or shaken. Man, could you give me one for both hands?.
When I look at you these days. I think of all we've been through. You and I are one and the same. And I thank God for you. . I remember the youth and the days gone by.
Well, Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man. He came from the school where you didn't need nothing. If you could make it with your own two hands.