5 on 8

Yeah, I wrote it, like, three years ago

And it just never really became anything

And then finished it today and, uh, ended up likin' it

So, it's called "5 on 8"

Woke up in the morning

Filled my coffee with some booze

Then I hopped in the truck

And threw on Johnny and the blues

I was passing by the river, baby

Singin' along

Filling up my tank at the Chevron on the way

And I was watching the number grow

Remembering the day

Dad was filling up his Chevrolet for 5 on pump 8

Yeah, the times are getting harder

How can anyone live this way?

Paying out the ass just to even out at work every day

Picking up the floorboard

Just to give myself some lunch

Then I found me some Red Man all mangled in a bunch

I was chewing on it yesterday

And it got me on by

Later in the evening, I'll get over to the bank

Where I'll ask what I got and she'll tell me everything

All went negative the other day

And I'll drive away

Yeah, the times are getting harder

How can anyone live this way?

Paying out the ass just to even out at work every day

When I was headed home, I was thinking 'bout the day

Then I realized I'm driving on a road that's newly paved

And I forgot about my shitty day and kept drivin' along

Thought I'd string up my pole

And go try and catch some fish

So I turned around the corner to the river up ahead

And I cast a line at anything and I'm where I belong

By the time I catch my breath

I realize the day is already gone

Ain't got the time to clear my head

Might as well just keep on trucking along

Then I woke up in the morning

Filled my coffee with some booze

Then I hopped in the truck and I was feeling so blue

When I's passing by the river, baby

Just cruising along