Lyrics
Took the night shift to rub a nickel on a dime
Try to play it straight make it different this time
Still waitin to meet the next ex wife
It's either watchin these gauges for Monsanto
or a bar back job at the casino
the Army won't want me after what this body's been through.
Won't you take me back to North Carolina, won't you take me back to Arkansas
Blissful days, there, I remember, Methamphetamine was the final straw
Had a killer job in a back up band, playin guitar in Branson
Two shows a night brought the money to chase down sin
Just another weekend lonely at home, late night TV evangelist drone
I'm healthy now, I really don't know if I'll ever be free
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