Bullets and Beer

Bullets and Beer

It's at least a 12 pack to the Indiana line

If I set my cruise, then I'll be just fine

Nowhere to be and nothing but time

Watching the night unfold

Morning comes early this time of year

There a road and ditch 's out there somewhere

But there ain't enough beer to get me there

Cause it's a long, long road

I can't keep my head from spinning

Take me back to my beginning

A hundred wrong turns and no way of winning

I'm Losing My control

Each wrong turn and bad decision

Turns my back on my religion

Can't afford to seek permission

To climb out of that hole

I keep on driving to the light of day

Praying no one gets in my way

And the radio begins to play

My favorite outlaw song

Empty cans and bottles on my truck floor

Rattle in time to Bobby Fuller Four

I sing along like never before

I guess my race is run.

But I can't stop myself from thinking

Despite of all that i've been drinking

Nothing can stop me from sinking

There's nothing left to save

one more stop before I get there

At the Walmart in town for Bullets and Beer

Then Hell is always waiting there

And I'll dig my own grave