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I guess sheâs sending me away
When you donât seem to mind, it feels sort of strange
My friend dirt, I ainât goinâ back to work
Iâm gonna chalk it all up to the blues,
Chalk it all up to the blues.
Iâve never been much of a man
I couldnât hold it together, to save my good ends
Wine wreaks havoc, but itâs an ancient old sin
Iâm gonna drink it âtil I donât wake up
Iâm gonna drink it âtil I donât wake up
The Princess treats her pill like itâs silver, like itâs gold
She reminds you of your suffering, your pain and your cold
And just when you think sheâs gonna make you her own
She cuts you to size, she leaves you alone
I suppose thereâs no easy way
Keep your mind in your chest, and your heart in the clay
May I suggest, as I lie here in my mess
This ainât a city boy, itâs just a town
Iâve been in trouble since my boots hit the ground
- Album:
- Dust In Wire