Fighting Tears

Yeah, if I could take that picture down and throw it on floor Would it turn me into the guy you were always looking for The signs of depression keep rolling round the bend And I hope that my last dollar will help me on the mend Yeah, I know that I ain't made of clay I ain't that moldable But God damn I can't help myself I love that rodeo If only you knew what I was and all that I want You'd let me roll down blacktop 'til I can't find a place to stop And if you need my help then come along Cause I've been going too long to be alone All the rank broncs and the steers Can't find my way past beers And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears Yeah, you got a job in another town we tried to make it work But all the signs kept leading me to black soil dirt But the lonesome whistle echoes on for everyone to hear After we broke up, my Brightside shine, everything is clear In another town in another year, they had one on near there After the ride me and my boys went out to clear the air Across the stop in a roadside bar off of hammer avenue Was a stripping girl from my hometown with a devil tattoo Tried to take her back home and get her on the straight and right Took a photo on an old iPhone to commemorate the night If I could go back all them years I wouldn't married her And fixed the broken glass that is my past to make this girl her And if you need my help then come along Cause I've been going too long to be alone All the rank broncs and the steers Can't find my way past beers And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears First round of rehab didn't seem to work for you After two long months at a county jail, I set a table for two I said I'll send you back there one last time, try for gold this year Cause your daughters graduating and I'm she wants you here Come around September time we all thought she was good But there's something in the bottle and a dollar store backwood We found her by the rafters of her old two trailer home The only one who knows is a porcelain garden gnome Laid her down in our hometown we really fought for her Her mum and dad picked a coffin out of old Fraser fir They told me not to bash myself I did all I could Told me if I'm down, come around, tell us all the things you could And if you need my help then come along Cause I've been going too long to be alone All the rank broncs and the steers Can't find my way past beers And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears