I'm trying to focus But i'm fallin asleep the baggage on my eyelids is too heavy to keep from fallin Ramble on, on through the night I've been driving since a quater to three I've seen the sun come up so mnay times this week it's scary Rollin on until the day
When i get off that open road There's a pull within my bones Like a ship bound by a rope It won't let go, it won't let go It won't let go, It won't let go
I've been run over by the hangover truck A drive-by shooting shot down By twelve ounce eighty proff slugs Embedded, in my head The ache in my head I've been smokin', sticks from a ditch That midwest farmer's daughter Is the one that's makin' me itch In places, i'd never want an itch to be
