rat

Take the story of Rat who's headed west His buddy once told him he likes the girls there best Centuries of singers, men who pay their rent Waxing poetic of a woman's innocence Rat was batshit and barely played a lick He took to the highway high off headiness He and his woman saw through an awful split The road his only hope of falsifying it Come on, come on, come on down Come on, come on down The wheels will turn your weary around California calls him by his collar His waves were ill-behaved, so now hе doesn't bother Shook the country from him likе a cub clawing its father Couldn't buy compassion 'cause it'd cost him 40 dollars Only thing that's cheap (cheap) Seems to be his dreams (dreams) Even his defeat's (defeat) Costing him something (ooh) Bargain, bargain, bargain, bargain, bargain, bargain, bargain Rat was eating trash out of the back of someone's garden What he wouldn't give to have some grits to start his morning Fascinated by the face of the woman who warms them Rat has made his bath and this is one he'll surely drown in Imitating tales of cowboy trails and traveling men Hasn't satisfied a single one of his new women The one he left alone is in their home and busy hexing Come on, come on, come on home Come on, come on home At least she'll probably bury your bones Country boys know better Than to leave that weather They know better They know better And a country boy knows That wherever he goes It'll show, it'll show It'll show, it'll show Oh, come on, come on, come on down Come on, come on down Bring our buddy Rat back around Take the story of Rat who headed west His brain hallucinating, his ego in his chest His friends, they never told him it'd cost him close to death At home, his woman carves another kind of casket The kind he gladly climbs and closes himself in