I had a bad idea, a hundred dollar bill Figured if the Devil ain't killed me yet, the good Lord loves me still With my hands on the wheel of my '99 Trans Am I dropped the clutch in second gear to prove I was a man
On the outside of Western, in my buddy's old sedan We'd get high and look at highways and talk like older men We were sad and we were angry but mostly we were young And I failed, I think, to recognize myself for what I was In my time
Well Pa just sold the house Mama moved to town Half the places I remember look to me to be falling down I got an old friend on the bottle, I got another snorting pills But the rest of them are doing well out working in the fields
All the old familiar stories are coming to an end Like Grandpa sitting in his chair and talking shit with him The day will come, I realize, where it all starts again A new kid hearing old tall tales, that start with: way back when In my time In my time
[Verse 5] And God, if you can hear me, I ain't always done you right If you're in the business of forgiving, I reckon I'll take mine And if you got a second left and you feel so inclined Tell my brothers passed before me I'll be coming 'round In my time In my time
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