The Lord works in a strange way,. There ain't no doubt,. Man he's gonna make a man of me,. He's gonna straighten me out somehow.. . I was twenty-seven years old that summer,.
The Wreckage. . One broken bottle. One broken man. Drenched in a bourbon perfume. Just rocking away. In my dady's chair. Paying the devil his dues. . Feel Like I'm goin down with the wreckage.
I'm sittin' alone in my three-bedroom home. A mile east of where I was raised. Starin' out the window at my dog in the backyard. In the pine straw covered with clay.
The lights are overheating, the curtains won't go down,. the roller-coaster's busted and I'm ready for the ground. 'til I hear you - "Don't be like that.".
Here we go again,. Around and around,. Oh it's a merry ride,. 'Til we're back on the ground.. You dizzy up the child,. 'Til the tickets are gone,. And it's time for the carnival,.
its a sticky situation. that i've gotten myself into. same old obligation. has got me torn between this ole bottle and you. and i'll probably choose the drinking.
The Basement. . We don't talk about it. We never wanted you to go. It's so sad to think that we can't hang in your basement anymore. The hurt it stays inside us.
The first thing I remembers the game that I love.. A man on the diamond with a golden glove,. daddy with me in the cheap seats above sayin. 'boy keep your eye on the ball'..
Well I've never been to Colorado. Or had a Rocky Mountain high. And I've never seen the Denver Broncos. Or watched a tumbleweed blow by. . But I've got a 42 inch TV.
The Omaha wind has been cutting me like a razor. I came dressed for the weather but the winters got it out for me. I'm covered in a chill, going mad like I'm fighting a fever.
It's the bottom of the bottle,. The stagger in your step,. The empty scattered on the floor,. It's the final cigarette,. The closing of the check,. The neon goin' dark above the door..
I hit a little rock this morning. I woke up and I was feeling gray. I took a long walk by the Arkansas river, Started wishing I could float away. I thought of all the ones I'm missing, Oh I wonder if they're missing me.
A fist through the window,. A foot in the front door,. A belly full of wiskey and cocaine,. He went of the deep end,. Yelled I hate you I'm leaving,. I'm taking this car and you won't ever see me agian,.
You got no cash in the bank. . You got no gas in your tank. . Wish you could move but you can't. There's no running on empty, no. . But girl I got what ya need.
Will You take me up to rose hill. When you lay my body low. wrap me in a flag and throw some flowers on the ground. say a few words and then let me go,.
Hey young man lend me your ears. I've got a few pearls to give away. If you wanna change the world, you're goin bout it wrong. It all starts with meaning what you say.
Dropped all my quarters at the Lee Street car wash. Soap, scrub, rinse, clean, and vacuum too. Washed off that note someone wrote on my dirty window. Now my Beretta's lookin' good as new.
Another Sunday morning. Hung over and blue. Smelling like cigarettes and beer. My mouth is dry. Got blood-shot eyes. And my head's splitting in two. Church bells ringing in my ear.
Daddy worked out in the lumber yard,. By the cemetery road.. Carrying the load the best he could.. We; d see him from the highway. When mom would drive us to town..
Sweet lemonade on ice, chocolate cake piled high. . Icing flick upon the fingers of the birthday boy. . He blew out all the candles, got his wish within the hour.