Another bloody Mary morning and a cigarette I got a hole in my bucket where my shits are kept So, I think I'll just go hobo with a bottle of Juan lobo And hop a train out west
But I dig out my boots from a pile of dirty clothes And I wrangle on a shirt and faded jeans with a few good holes Find a mini nip of whiskey In my pocket with a fifty so I'm good to go Yeah I'm good to go
Maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk From Dallas down to the Travis county jail Well my Mama prays I'll change like a farmer prays for rain In a July drought at night down on her knees Thank God her and Jesus won't let go of a lost cause like me
Well the mile markers passed are showin' round my eyes From way too much hard livin and too little livin right But I've got Ganga in my guitar Case where all my picks are that I can hit tonight Yeah I'll be a hit tonight
Well maybe things are lookin' up, I could use a change of luck Though lord knows I bring it mostly on myself Singin' these old songs hauntin' every honky tonk From Dallas down to the Travis county jail Well my Mama prays I'll change like a farmer prays for rain In a July drought at night down on her knees Thank God her and Jesus won't let go of a lost cause like me
Yeah thank God her and Jesus won't let go Of a lost cause like me All rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
