A friend of mine works hard down near the end of the line. He says he can get me a job just killing time. He said the pay really ainât that bad, itâs the hours that are hard to stand. He said it ainât that hard, itâs something to do. I said no thanks man, if itâs all the same to you.
I think Iâll drive my shitty truck out to the end of time, and dig a deep hole for everything I call mine.
Drive out past the point where the prairie meets the sand. âCause things round here are getting bad when all the good times are already had.
I might be the punchline to the worldâs oldest joke. Looking for a diamond in a pile of burnt up coal. Iâm gonna move out to the country and be a goddamn soak. It donât sound hard, itâs something to do. Me and this town, weâre through.
My father butchers time down near the end of the line. He says boy you should get a job thatâs worth more than dimes. Youâve been sitting with these hard times for seven long years. Yeah times are hard but no thanks man, thatâd make them worse, and I prefer them bad.