Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Ford
Dr. Ford
Background Vocals
Caleb Mundy
Caleb Mundy
Bass
Michael Cleveland
Michael Cleveland
Fiddle
Chris Condon
Chris Condon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael John Kuster
Michael John Kuster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Ford
Dr. Ford
Producer
Sound Kitchen
Sound Kitchen
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

The state put out a warrant for me Friday Another week I couldn't pay what she's due They're messing how they count my alimony Cause there's nothing left but blood bones and sinew They told the judge I'm wasting' all my money That I spend it all before the payday's through They want my boss to send to her directly And she can send me what she doesn't use Well I told that judge that they're mistaken I can barely pay my rent and for my food Every other penny is spent on that woman And my buddy keeps a tab for me as proof Well her lawyer she objected to my statement She claimed she has some photos of the truth Her evidence was passed up to his honor There were pictures of me drinking in a bar Well I set the record straight and told my story To that judge so he could understand my truth I go out every evening after working The bartender keeps a tab of what I spend The medicine I drink is listed clearly As prescription with her name written in red If it weren't for all the trouble and the heartache I'd have a million pennies that I could send Instead I have to pay for all her damage It's spent on her and all the things that she did Her lawyer said that just ain't the answer And those photos that she had were not the end She showed the judge some photos of me smoking That weed she said I keep out in my shed Your honor that just medicine I'm taking To help me to unwind and go to bed My doctor told me I really need it For diagnosis he wrote her name in red So, a quarter of my pay goes to her memory The whiskey helps me wash her from my head Another quarters spent to heal the heartache The weed I smoke relieves the pain she left I tend to eat my misery each evening So some stranger brings me dinners in a sack Each meal comes with a receipt for the record And you'll see her name on every one I have After all that money I spend on her She wants another quarter of my pay That leaves me without the rent and taxes What's left to take when I am left for dead Just take it all and leave me in my misery With my last drop I'll write her name in red
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