Lyrics:
I got red dirt stains
On my boots and jeans
Calloused fingers
From my guitar strings
Wild like the wind
In the tall pine trees
I got roots
of foxy women (okay)
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid (uh huh)
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist (what?)
Cruise in my Lexus Land
a crime
I lose you all the time
I still grieve you sometimes
In late night city drives
Jokes I know you'd laugh at
And vintage denim Levi's
I still feel you
That's my dad third from the left, second row
With a smile on his face and a hole in his heart
Where a dad of his own should go
And a hardworking
that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose
that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whiskey nose
that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose
aside?
The glass of your eyes shows me you don't care
Please tell me you need to stay?
You've had enough time to think
Do you intend to change?
I'm not
shaking, his big heart was breaking
He turned to the woman and said
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in
His big heart was breakin'
He turned to the woman and said
"You picked the fine time to leave me Lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
shaking, his big heart was breaking
He turned to the woman and said
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in
Reuben James in my song you'll live again
And the phrases that I rhyme are just the footsteps out of time
From the time when I knew you Reuben
the bigger they are.
The time seems to fly anymore, and the holidays are so far apart.
There's no way a 'phone call could express what's in my heart.
So
ooh child
Your puerile
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From
hunger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
Calloused hands wipe away tears
Of the pain of a man broken by years
A silent shot that nobody hears
scared of getting wet
You're my river in the wilderness
A breath of life in the deepest waters
Life may not be painless
But I drink the water given by
Standing in the heart of the devastation
Looking up for evacuation
When they see I've cut my strings
They'll call the puppeteer
Shot down by
His big heart was breaking
As he turned to the woman and said
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in
That's how it go
I remember when I was alone
Remember when I was alone
But I still do this shit on my own
At times I don't answer the phone
At times
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
in the fields
I've had some bad times
I've been through some sad times
But this time your hurting won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me,
And you wake
The unkind
Guess the stake
In my mind
Is driven by your kind
When you look
You will find
That the stake
Is entwined
In your fake
Calloused mind
seems so short in terms of now and then
For All that has been
And All that is
All that's to be
Lord, I'm just killing time
And time's killing
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
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