The price of coke’s gone up and money’s running out
Pack up all my hindrance, head down to the south
I hear that work is steady and here’s a woman I could love
Truth told, I’m not a praying man, but I’ll ask the Lord above
For family, wine, and walls around the places I get stuck
Some time out on the water, a chance to teach my son
That failure is a mindset, and all the foul things that you’ve done
If you give them to the ocean, there’s a good man you might still become
So, the devil and I walked down to the tifton county line
There’s a flask inside my pocket, liquid blood, orange moonlight
I didn’t know revival could be planned and advertised
But an Easter dressed beauty walked right up and changed my mind
She said family, wine, and walls around the places we get stuck
A cool night on the back porch with a smiling newborn son
Failure is a mindset, and all the sinning that you’ve done
If you give it up to Jesus, there’s a good man you might still become
Feels like I just got here, I guess the time rolled gently by
Same preacher at the graveyard where we buried my poor wife
Couple headstones over, flag draped red, blue, and white
My baby boy at 18 to the Great War, and I feel no pride
'Cause I couldn’t keep the walls around the people that I loved
I suppose a man can never pay the weight of who he was
Failure's been my mantra, Lord, I tried to give it up
Spread my ashes on the ocean, finally forgotten
A good man to become
