Lyrics

Well I know I'm not the only one that lives like this Smoke'n shit and drinkin' piss Showin' up with a bag of roaches A pack wild dogs in the motor coach I aim to plan for the worst and hope to miss And I reckon there ain't a lot of folks That view the world the way I do You oughta treat me just like I treat you Sow what you reap and reap what you sow Drive the speed limit in Ohio And if you're gonna start somethin' see it through I fly under the radar Every time I hit the highway And I love to see the country flyin' by The clouds look purple but I don't see rain Maybe that acid ate a hole in my brain But I'd like to think I'm just high Now when I come to town Set a place for me The boys and me are thirsty for good times So bring out all your party favors Old time heads and candy ravers Ima goin' up if you throw down a line You don't know me You don't know what I've been through You ain't walked a mile in these boots I miss cigarettes every which way And the lord knows I miss dope each day But I'm the one to blame as a rule
Writer(s): Jason Stilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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