Way To Get Out

I never said that I was a rolling stone Cause I'm still trudging through the mud Every time I pack to leave Like a beggar on my knees I end up with a mouth full of blood I can't seem to find a way to get out Sometimes I feel shackled to this house Am I wasting my years Choking back the tears Flower never made it out of the drought Has the well I've drawn from really all dried out I never said I'd make it on my own Lord knows I could never be alone There's hasn't been a time I know what's in my mind I wouldn't really leave when the kids are grown There's a group of men playing dominos In front of the old Texaco Half a mile from the graves they'll end up in Ain't a difference between them and me Not one that I can see We're just running in circles On the same dead end street I never said that I was a rolling stone I'm still trudging through the mud Every time I pack to leave Like a beggar in my knees I end up with a mouth full of blood And the well I've drawn from don't fill up like it should Like it should