Headed into the hills again
Thursday, north Georgia bound
About
Feels like a Friday night
But it's only Monday afternoon
A long ride back from Jacksonville
500 miles from a
The leaves are fallin down
The air is cool and clear
It's
I was a wild one
Back in the day
I
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been abused
I’ve been cheated, and
Waste away the afternoon
Feeling sorry for myself
Got a
Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue
Smellin' like cigarettes and
Dropped all my quarters at the Lee Street car wash
One broken bottle
One broken man
Drenched in a bourbon