Blow Me Away

Well I [got?] fire out of no where this morning

And I couldn't even finish my day

Lord, I can't go home, tell my wife we'll go hungry

And I'd rather go and dig my own grave

So maybe I'll go down, right on past Music City

And keep rolling on to the west

And cross that river so wide and so muddy

And roll on straight down through Texas

Mexico's calling, telling me to go find a beach

And lie in its sand

And drink myself silly each night and each day

And wait for a strong storm to land

To blow me away

To blow me away

There ain't no way in hell I can pay all these bills

And I can't even get through this month

'Til the bankers come and sell all that we own

All the way down to granddaddy's gun

So maybe I'll go down, right on past Music City

And keep rolling on to the west

And cross that river so wide and so muddy

And roll on straight down through Texas

Mexico's calling, telling me to go find a beach

And lie in its sand

And drink myself silly each night and each day

And wait for a strong storm to land

To blow me away

To blow me away

Mexico's calling, telling me to go find a beach

And lie in its sand

And drink myself silly each night and each day

And wait for a strong storm to land

To blow me away

To blow me away