Do It Yourself

by Drive-By Truckers

Drive-By Truckers are an alternative country/Southern rock band based in Athens, Georgia, though two out of five current members (Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley) are originally from The Shoals region of Northern Alabama, and the band strongly identifies with Alabama. Their music uses three guitars …




My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to tell me just what you’d done 
You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in the end you was the only one 
Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else. 
You tried in vain to find something to kill you 
In the end you had to do it yourself. 

Who's to blame for the loveless marriage, who's to blame for the broken band. 
You ran from life and all of it's pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand. 
Thrown out before the date's expired, you'd rather die than let anyone help, 
You'd rather die than take a stab at living. 
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself. 

Everyone has those times when the night's so long 
The dead-end life just drags you down 
You lean back under the microphone 
And turn your demons into walls of god damned noise and sound. 

And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister 
It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy 
It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you 
Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy 
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness. 
Living too hard just couldn't kill you 
In the end you had to do it yourself. 

Living too hard just couldn't kill you 
In the end you had to do it yourself.

Written by: PATTERSON HOOD

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