More talk of revolution and you're nodding off,. head upon your desk until the teacher coughs.. What are you here for? Oh, what are you here for?. Digging through the garbage, pulling out yesterday's news,.
When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one. I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk. A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs.
There's a picture my mama kept in a drawer. She pulled it out of the trash after I said we were over for sure. She must have known that one day the heartache would end.
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. . Was 27 years old that summer.
I was learning how to love and love and learn.. I fell for a girl one county north of the town where I was born.. She was the most athletic senior in the school where her mama taught..
We were sitting 'round a fire, just me and my two boys.. I was shuffling through some classics I thought they might enjoy,. The ones I cut my teeth on, circa 1994,.
I had a place on a dirt road's end,. back in the woods near the Broad River bend.. I had a double-wide, back side of the family farm.. Kinfolks lived on every side..
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.
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.
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So I make you happy. And I make you sick. Forget the traffic. I'm used to all of it. . It's no fair to say. I'm only taking what I need. . Don't feel so snappy.