Fifth of May

Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May In a photo daddy took on a humid day In a town that's anyone's guess Way out in Western Kentucky She's broken-hearted as he's riding away On a motorbike out to East L.A To find a white line It's such a fine line between broken and lucky Getting high's easy Getting drunk's fine It's the getting by that'll get a soul down So if you need me Know that I'm bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town Some coastal town And I can feel when your body ain't in this bed I can still hear you laughin' last spring in my head Now it's April, and I hate you, and I'm headin' home The little notes that you left for me In coat pockets and cabinetry Are in a shoebox from when we once talked Back when I felt free Getting high's easy Getting drunk's fine It's the getting by that'll get a soul down So if you need me Know that I'm bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town Some coastal town Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May In a photo daddy took on a humid day In a town that's anyone's guess Way out in Western Kentucky Getting high's easy Getting drunk's fine It's the getting by that'll get a soul down So if you need me Know that I'm bleeding Somewherе alone in some coastal town In some coastal town