Southern Oranges

I blacked out behind the wheel Just south of Jacksonville And I woke up on the wrong side of the coast It's what I get, I suppose For chasing your ghost, around here I spend my days lost in pictures Studyin' the fixtures Of a life that's livin', past the hands of time It feels just like famous fiction The beginning and the ending to a line And it ain't so bad Growin' old here Addictions just tradition Until we up and disappear The country side is mighty fine The farm and picket fence You and I were just gettin' by And pickin' southern oranges I got sober for a minute But lost it to the business Of rock and roll on Saturday night It's what I get, to compromise And try to feel alright, without you I spend my days just a-bleedin' Pickin' at the sequence Another song, that burns a hole in time It feels almost over-privileged To know just how it ended Before the rhyme And it ain't so bad Growin' old here Addictions just tradition Until we up and disappear The country side is mighty fine The farm and picket fence You and I were just gettin' by And pickin' southern oranges And it ain't so bad Growin' old here Addictions just tradition Until we up and disappear The country side is mighty fine The farm and picket fence You and I were just gettin' by And pickin' southern oranges The country side is mighty fine The farm and picket fence You and I were just gettin' by And pickin' southern oranges