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10 pounds lighter
And 10 years younger, and a 10 spots all I need
Black fly buzzin in this fine old bar, to keep me company
Two hours made 'er
And a pay cheque later, my last fitty in a slot machine
Ya think I mighta learned
That I'm always gettin' burned, and the burnin's always done by me
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Why you gonna waste your days like this?
Ya know, they're running out
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Livin' in this god damned haze
It's craze-y and you know it
Yer right mama
Little town red lights
Nights end with a bar fight even when there's nobody there
Glass on the floor
And the cops storm the door, busted tables and knocked over chairs
Parking lots tustle's
Then handcuffs rustled and really no one seems to have cared
Down to the old drunk tank
To spend the night alone, just me and my thousand mile stare
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Why you gonna waste your days like this?
Ya know, they're running out
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Livin' in this god damned haze
It's craze-y and you know it
Morning wake up groggy
And the heads a little foggy, and last night ain't very clear
County kicks me loose
And the sun feels like a noose, and tomorrow is already here
Shuffle down the street & walk this same old beat
And my home away from home then appears
Back again by noon
To my seat in the saloon to shake it off, and start a tab with a beer
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Why you gonna waste your days like this?
Ya know, they're running out
When you gonna change your ways?
My momma always asked me
Livin' in this god damned haze
It's craze-y and you know it