Every Rain

Suckin' on a Nicorette Wanting for a cigarette Little miracle I ain't did it yet Thinking on things that you'd expect For your respect It's like the door is open But I can't go yet It's like my friend that couldn't drive Cause she was so afraid that she'd get in a wreck And I Keep getting this look from the dog Keep him fed I ain't sure what's wrong Unless he knows you're gone And now there's something wrong with the truck Runnin' but she won't get up Burning oil and Running on luck And now There's something wrong with the boat All she wanna do is float She Won't get up on plane And she sinks a little with every rain Got a new seat cover now But no new lover Got tar pitch But I can't plug her It's all overgrown In my gutters And The bars don't have the same glow That I was looking at when I wanted more There's no wreath sitting on my door And my shit's all over the floor And now There's something wrong with the truck Running but she won't get up Burning oil and running on luck And now There's something wrong with the boat Cause All she wanna do is float She won't get up on plane and she sinks a little with every rain Maybe i should start going back to church Quit drinking or maybe I'm cursed But I'm telling you it ain't her That's got everything going wrong Maybe I can get my truck in the shop Get a lift installed for the dock Then I wouldn't be giving her a thought There's just something wrong with the truck Running but she won't get up Burning oil and running on luck There's gotta be something wrong with the boat All she wanna do is float She won't get up on plane and She sinks a little with every rain