Day: June 3, 2025

My old man bought a big bass boat When I think of that summer of hope, I choke 'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn I got a need to find trouble when things are alright I pine for pain...

When you wake in the mornin' and I'm not by your side, just know that I'm halfway to Dallas I'm stoned out my mind, I'm half-buzzed 'bout full-time since you left me to die here last August When you make it to Nashville, you can tell by one hat tilt that that shit just ain't...

Rain started fallin' on the roof that mornin' It was early summertime We fogged up the rear window of my '67, three-hundred, in-line My lungs have been hurtin' And it's likely my liver has taken a lickin', too Them Beale Street boys are handy With a clap on four and two The thrill is gone,...

Well, I saw you in my dreams last night You had a vandal grin framed by a suit and tie You were sayin' you were out of here With your breath framed by cocaine and beer Who'da thought she would ruin you And leave your whole damn family in shambles too? I got a call...

Let me die out in the boons It took me thirteen years to bloom They broke up, but he's alright We'll be in town till late tonight I'm dyin' in the boons And I hate a hungry crowd Worst of 'em all, talk the loudest I guess I'll die out here With a hammer and...

I've got plates for purple gas 'Bout the only break I catch But I am not the kind of man To blame the dealer on a losing hand Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky, the brighter it shines Pumpjack checks and baler twine A ton of grit or maybe it's...

Rail-tie worker, I've been layin' ties on coal in the ground But I'm leavin' this evenin' on the same tracks I laid down There's some boys out in Jersey that are calling me out by name I got a reason to believe I ain't glory bound anyway And if you're reading this letter, tell my...

Screen door cracked The ballgame on Man on the porch singin' baritone Tan line leads to that gentle place Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face Dock hand boys all say goodbye To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives They'll be gone by the wintertime And they don't wanna bother with...

You took a train to the south side of Boston You showed me where your old man stayed Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in To feel loved on my own birthday And I always felt like I's in between something Like home and somewhere far away But tonight, on the west side...

I lost my money to some dirty old bookie Way up in Philly, he was a bad man But you can't bet your life on the table When you've got yourself a bad hand So I went and got my good friend, Mickey And we made ourselves a bold stand Wound up bleedin' on the...