Listen

There's a dirt circle worn down in the grass

A foot or two of rope been chewed in half

That dog didn't wanna listen

That dog didn't wanna listen, no

There's a tire hangs off the old oak tree

But the only one that swings it is the breeze

Them kids didn't wanna listen

Them kids didn't wanna listen, no (No)

So I sit out here and yell up at the sky

Collectin' cigarette butts and beer cans through the night

'Cause my folks all run and hide

With my money and my mind

But God don't wanna listen, no

There's a shed light that points across the yard

Across the grass growed up where you used to park

But you didn't wanna listen (No)

You didn't wanna listen, no (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I got .45 shells lined up on this rail

My pistol barrel burnin' like the fire of hell

'Cause I'm tired of that old shed light

I'm tired of sittin' through these nights

I'm tired of no one listenin' when I yell

So I sit out here and yell up at the sky

Collectin' cigarette butts and beer cans through the night

'Cause my folks all run and hide

With my money and my mind

But God don't wanna listen, no

No, God don't wanna listen, no