Busstop outside Memphis; One horse town. This horse habit got me down. habitual. Needle ritual. Support the surge. Given into the urge. My friend, I’m on the horse again… Back in the needle Got me broke an’ needin’ Ain’t been eatin’ just fiendin’ and feudin’ - Can’t see no end. But an overdose Would get me close. Mexican dust, lift me up, fill the gaps in my blood with your love. I’m seeking the peak Higher than the last. I’ve got a habit for habits. I just gotta’ have it. (And have it FAST!) “ on the road again.” Can’t wait to fill my rig through the cotton in my cig’ Comes a treasure I can’t keep But still in my veins, I dig And dig And dig And dig…. Proud. Down and out. That distant cloud comin’ in to darken your town. I’m a storm With white lightning in my blood. Fury born. Birth child of the mud. I am- Your rodeo fuck up. Your evident bad luck. Your cheap motel hook up. Blame me- I sat on my back porch watching the moon; thought of the whores dancing to the jukebox till they get bored of the saloon. We get off together till the morning. At the diner- Hooked on coffee and nicotine. Sporting a shiner And a mighty adrena-lean. Gal, I ain’t got nothing to save. Been up for three days. Hung on a cocaine cross; rose from a heroin grave. Lord, pray for this sinner A cheap greasy dinner And an ugly disposition displayed z I’ll be down on the corner Waving down another. Give me your body. Give me a shot, please. Throw you some cash in the backseat. Stick it in your a—, put cigarette butts out on your cheeks. What are we doin’ , Just having fun. Face-to-face with the devil, with his arm around my neck And my hand on his gun. Proud, loud lowdown Down and out. That distant cloud, comin’ in to darken your town. I’m a storm, With white lightning in my blood. Fury Born. Birthchild of the mud. I am- Your rodeo fuck up. Your evident bad luck. Your cheap motel hook up. Blame me - (Bridge:) We ain’t no different Do what we want to. Piss off, you piss ant-. You don’t like me So FUCK YOU. (Fuck you!)(fuck you too) Blunt force trauma (trauma….)(trauma…) Wake me up at noon. Side-steppin’ mamma’ (show-stopping, ooh momma) Play my favorite tune. I’ll sing along. I carry on. A devil, a derelict- Rebel, no cause but it Feels like I belong. 13 sheets to the wind. Feeling upright, Got real tight again. Savior of the saloon. Cooking H in a spoon. Cranky in the a.m. Crank it to 11, Before the hit can wear in. Pick me up on a Saturday night. Sunday morning You wake to a terrible sight. It’s just the way I was not raised. From the tar to the tombstones, I’m sticking around. I’m sticking myself, Like Hank, I’ll stand straight in the ground. Buck Owens Left me hangin’ with Satan- We get along- Both our useless souls achin’ Can’t shed a tear. Can’t afford one more beer. You drove clean out of town, I’m still standing. Right here. Cigarette. Slim silhouettes. How alone I get. High on regret. Our song, how could I forget? Proud. Down and out. That distant cloud, Coming in to darken your town. I’m a storm With white lightning in my blood. Fury born. Birth child of the mud. I am- Your rodeo fuck up. Your evident bad luck. Your cheap motel hook up. Blame me- I am- Your noose and boots, tied tight and loose born to use to lose, shoot drink shots of booze fight and fuck fuck you. Im THROUGH.
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