Lyrics

When I got nowhere to go I take a trip way down below Where everyone is someone you know But you can't remember how But I listen to them when they speak I fall down to my wicked knees There's something else beyond the trees Where the time is always now I'm drinking motor oil And cursing at the setting sun Hoping I find better soil Before my day of work is done Met a feral young Chantus Likes her beer with V8 juice She taught me about love and truth And she got in my lane She's got a voice to beet the band Trouble dealt with every hand Make no mistake, there is no man Who can keep her soul restrained I'm drinking motor oil And cursing at the setting sun Hoping I find better soil Before my day of work is done Just 'cause you got nowhere to be Doesn't mean nowhere's all you can see If freedom is all you can get for free So go tell it up on high Before water is all you ever known Go make some river back at home You might find you aren't so alone Under the naked sky I'm drinking motor oil And cursing at the setting sun Hoping I find better soil Before my day of work is done I'm drinking motor oil And cursing at the setting sun Hoping I find better soil Before my day of work is done
Writer(s): John Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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