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Roadkill
03:22
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Feeling like roadkill highway is a treadmill going to see the whole world before it ends
Nothing's going to matter when i'm dead going to jump into a river head first and never come back again
I'm a rambler and i'd be a gambler if I had a dollar or a dime
But I don't have nothing but a dream and a pocket full of holes and I don't know what I mean half of the time
Windshield wipers like a tickin' clock, don't know if this rain will ever stop
Half spent looking for sense and I can't find none going to take the high road until its done
Playing for a meal two beers three dollar tip and I feel like hell
Can't quit never going to sit and stare at the wall like a dog who lost a ball with no bone to dig
Familiar faces in a different town, same old feeling i've always found
Trying to make a good time last but i'm out of gas and i'll fill it up just to burn it down
Windshield wipers like a tickin' clock, don't know if this rain will ever stop
Half spent looking for sense and I can't find none going to take the high road until its done
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Lu
02:53
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Baby i've got my demons I don't have no room for your's
But I can tell by the look in your eyes that neither do you
Honey let's dance we don't have nothing to hold on to
Come and fly right to my door you know the world is ending soon
When I get back to Louisiana gonna know how to two step best as you
Tell me something i've never heard won't you show me something new
I found a lover I don't want to leave
Finally wrote a love song I don't hate
You sit & wait, I come home to you
I know the road is long but I know right where it's leading to
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Ghost Town
03:28
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I'm leaving home i'm going where no one can find me
Going out to an old ghost town
Just because i'm gone don't mean i'm lost, don't mean i'm found
Doesn't mean i'm not dreaming of you
You can't find no easy love
You can look your whole life long
You'll never find no easy love
There's nothing here but desert streets and dusty bottles
Going to dust them off and drink
Going to drink myself to sleep
It's a crooked line we're traveling on
Full speed ahead we're riding on
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Motel 6
02:17
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Someday i'm gonna change my ways but for now i'll be sitting here
Drinking at the motel 6 drunker than I need to be
Sweet feet keep me up all night
Nothing but sorrow at the end of a line
The whole world is falling and everybody's lost their minds
You can't win if you don't lose
Everyone's a criminal, we've all done some wrong
Some of us don't get caught, you're no better than what you thought
You can't judge none but yourself
Watching the sunrise through a broken windshield and bloodshot eyes
Trying to see what's right behind me
But there's no rear view or passing road signs
Someday i'm gonna change my ways but for now i'll be sitting here
Drinking at the motel 6 drunker than I need to be
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Good Times & Misery
03:27
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Cheap thrills and broken dreams, cheating hearts and nicotine
Tell her you love her and leave
Making the same mistakes, drinking when your headaches and trying to sleep on cocaine
Making it harder than it needs to be, it ain't as bad as it seems
Still wake up everyday wishing that things would change but they just end up the same
Drive a school bus into a car, moonshine in a mason jar and good friends going back to jail
Wake up and get more drunk forget all the things you thunk and wonder why you feel like shit
Homeless days, hurricanes, flat tires on interstates and working for money you waste
Redneck's, bad tattoos, naked girls and more bad news I heard the end's coming soon
Sleeping in parking lots, smoking all of your pot
Catching catfish and more bad luck
Ex girlfriend, new president, divorcees and angry friends
Couldn't tell you quite where i've been
Politics, useless tricks, terrorists and hypocrites
Got a job you hate but can't quit
Live the same day a million times over until you die and you won't do nothing but bitch
Same songs you've never heard, old feelings, worn out words
You've got it bad, it only gets worse
Broke down van, got no plan, shaky hands and shotgunned cans
Struggling to write one more verse
Living the dream ain't as pretty as it seems, I still end up in the same place
All the good times & misery, they'll be the death of me
So pour me one more last drink
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