[Intro] Rust on the nail Dust in my lungs Muddy boots swingin Crickets hummin along [Verse 1] Short piece of rope in my fist Five gallons waitin by the fence Been kickin that bucket in my head all week Hear that whisper say "boy, just leave" Bills stack up like hay in the rain Bottle in the barn tryin to drown this pain Mama in the frame by the old porch light Ask me how I'm doin I just say "alright" [Chorus] Short piece of rope Five-gallon noose Round my neck like a damn excuse Bout to say "fuck it" Jump off the bucket But I tighten up my jaw And I tell that dark, "you ain't gon' cut it" Short piece of rope Staring back at me But it ain't takin one more thing I love from me [Verse 2] Truck note late, boss talk cheap Sleepin in my work shirt, barely sleep Rumors in town that I'm tapped, I'm done Same folks askin what church I run Got a letter from the bank, red ink, cold words Only thing red I see is that dirt Thought about swingin where the rafters creak Then I heard my own voice talk back to me [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] If I jump, who finds me first? Little brother? Old man, church? If I swing, who holds that weight? They ain't the ones that made this cage [spoken] So I step down slow, set that rope on the floor Kick that bucket to the door, say [Chorus]
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