So Long

Diggin my grave since 1995

Get busy livin, or get busy dyin

And you know, that I've been dying since the day I was born

Livin ain't fun when you're stuck in a hole

Haven't seen the sun in so damn long

And it's time, its time you run along

Run along, run along little mama

Pack your bags and leave

So long, so long little mama

Like the wind blowin through the trees

I'm no good for you, im no good for me

Count your blessing before they count you

Man in the mirror always tells the truth

And Don't mind me, I'm howling at the moon

At the bar sits a mean old man

Holding a drink with a scar on his hand

And he got it, doing a dime down at the pen

Run along, run along little mama

Pack your bags and leave

Go on, go on little mama

Like the wind blowin through the trees

And I know it ain't right but I'm trying to find

Find just what I need

So long, so long little mama

I'm begging you please

I'm no good for you, I'm no good for me

Crying out for help, and the rain is pouring down

I never swam that well, yeah I think I going to drown