Got a death grip on this can And I already killed a few And just like my last beer I'm empty, cold, and blue Sitting in this juke joint In a cowboy-killer cloud My head is north of Telluride While it's all goin' south
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone-dry The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge
It don't snow in Louisiana But I wouldn't be surprised If I crushed a couple more There'd be a couple feet outside Hell, it just might stick tonight
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone-dry The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge
The good thing about rock bottom Is up's the only way I'm about to open up a can of healing this heartbreak
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone-dry The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge Sittin' 'round halfway up these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge
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