A bicycle stretched with long front forks, Grease on the chain and cards in the spokes, The smell of oil and hotdogs in the night, Living ain’t easy, but it feels just right. [Chorus] Old steel barrel where a trash fire burns, Life feels heavy but we'll all take turns. A dog on the doghouse howls at the moon, Out on the road is a long dead raccoon. A tire swing creaks on a half-dead tree, A stray cat sleeps where the dog can't reach, Porch light hums with a yellow glow, And the TV flickers blue through the window. There’s a truck on blocks in the back yard, Three lawn chairs rustin’, man, life is hard, The screen door bangs like a funeral bell, Moonshine jars by the fence that fell. [Chorus] Old steel barrel where the trash fire burns. When life gets heavy, man, we'll all take turns, A dog on the doghouse howls at the moon, Out on the road is a long dead raccoon. A tire swing creaks on a half-dead tree, A stray cat sleeps where the dog can't reach, Porch light hums with a yellow glow, And the TV flickers blue through the window. Christmas lights sag, its the end of May, The mailbox leans like its drunk all day, Beer cans stacked in the weeds by the trees, Broken blinds rattle in the midnight breeze. [Chorus] Old steel barrel where the trash fire burns, Life gets heavy but we all take turns. A dog on the doghouse howls at the moon, Out on the road is a real flat raccoon. A tire swing creaks on a half-dead tree, A stray cat sleeps where the dog can't reach, Porch light hums with a yellow glow, And the TV flickers blue through the window. Life ain’t pretty but it carries on, This run-down yard keeps singin’ its song.
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